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FROM    THE   LIBRARY   OF 


REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 


BEQUEATHED    BY    HIM    TO 


THE    LIBRARY   OF 


PRINCETON   THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


DMaioi   *SCA' 


3o 


( TPID'SMISC 


PR  14 1936 
.ANY. 


LADY  AND  GENTLEMAN'S 

HARMONIOUS  COMPANION, 

BEING  A  COLLECTION   OF 
FAVOURITE 

SONGS, 

Suitable  to  promote  Joy  awl  lessen  Care* 


MUSIC  IS  THE  VOICE  OF  LOVE. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

PRINTED    AND     SOLD   BY    JOHN    BIOREN,    No.  88, 
CHESNl'T-S  TREET. 

1813. 


TOASTS  AND  SENTIMENTS. 


THE  President.  The  beggar's  blessing. 

The  Vice  President.  The  land  we  live  in. 

The  Senate  and  House        Patience  in  adversity, 
of  Representatives.  Health  and  competency. 

The  Land  of  Peace  and        The  female  economist. 
Plenty.  Love  and  Friendship. 

The  Navy  of  America  The  staff' of  Life. 

May  the    brow  of  the  brave  never  want  a  wreath  of 
laurel. 

May  the  lover  of  a  glass  never  want  a  bottle. 

May  we  never  envy  the  happiness  of  others. 

All  that  love  can  give,  or  sensibility  enjoy. 

Supply  to  the  purse  of  the  cheerful  giver. 

May  the   enemies   of    America  never  triumph   over 
her. 

Constancy  in  love  and  sincerity  in  friendship. 

Every  thing  of  fortune  but  her  instability. 

Sense  to  win  a  heart  and  merit  to  keep  it. 

Riches  to  the  generous  and  power  to  the  merciful. 

May  all  honest  souls  find  a  friend  in  need. 

May  we  please  and  be  pleased. 

Love  in  a  cottage,  and  envy  to  none. 

May  the  single  be  married,  and  the  married  be  happy. 

Inclination   to   confer,    and  gratitude  to  remember  fa- 
vours- 
Great  men  honest,  and  honest  men,  great. 

Health,  joy,  and  mutual  love. 

May  our  joys  multiply  and  our  cares  decrease. 

Frugality  without  meanness. 

M.i\   real  merit  be  rewarded  in  the  arms  of  virtue. 

Ma)  the  honest  heart  never  feel  distress. 

May  genius  and  merit  never  want  a  friend* 

Pleasures  that  please  on  reflection. 


(       4       ) 

The  circle  of  our  female  acquaintance 

May  they  never  want  who  have  a  spirit  to  spend. 

Provision  to  the  unprovided. 

The  hearts  that  sympathy  unite,  may  Hymen  join. 

Success  to  our  hopes  and  enjoyment  to  our  wishes. 

May  we  always  have  a  friend,  and  know  his  value. 

The  honest  patriot  and  unbiassed  American. 

May  we  always  forget  when  we  forgive  an  injury. 

All  our  wants  and  wishes. 

May  temptation  never  conquer  virtue. 

More  friends  and  less  need  of  them.  t 

Friendship  without  interest,  and  love  without  deceit. 

Taste  to  our  pleasure,  and  pleasure  to  our  taste. 

The  love  of  liberty,  and  liberty  in  love. 

Let  fortune  be  always  an  attendant  on  virtue, 

May  we  never  feel  want,  nor  ever  want  feeling. 

The  heart  that  feels,  and  the  hand  that  gives-. 

Health  in  freedom,  and  union  to  parties. 

Love  without  fear,  and  life  without  care. 


CUPID'S  MIStELIIflXY,  &c. 


SONG. 

THE  world,  my  dear  Myra,  is  full  of  deceit, 
And  Friendship's  a  Jewel  we  seldom  can  m. 
How  strange  d<  n,  that  in  searching1  aroundj 

"I'h is  source  of  content  is  so  rare  ro  be  found  ! 

endship  !  thou   balm  and  rich  sweetener  of  life, 
Kind  parent  of  ease,  and  composer  of  strife  ; 
Without  thee,  alas  !  what  are  riches  and  power, 
But  empty  delusions,  the  joys  of  an  hour  ? 

How  much  to  be  priz'd  and  esteem'd  is  a  friend : 
On  whom  we  may  always  with  safety  depend  ? 
Our  joys,  when  extended,  will  always  increase, 
And  griefs  when  divided  are  hush'd  into  peace, 
"When  fortune  is  smiling,  what  crowds  will  appear, 
Their  kindness  to  ofFer  and  friendship  sincere; 
Yet  change  but  the  prospect,  and  point  out  distress, 
No  longer  to  court  you  they  eagerly  press. 

SONG....77if  Lass  of  Patie't  Mill \ 
THE  lass  of  Patie's  Mill, 

So  bonm,  blithe,  and  gay, 
In  spue  of  all  my  skill, 

Hath  stole  my  heart  away: 
When  tedding  of  the  hay, 

Bare  headed  on  the  green, 
Love  midst  her  locks  did  play, 

And  wanton'd  in  her  een. 

Her  arms  white,  round,  and  smooth, 

Brersts  rising  in  their  dawn, 
To  age  it  would. give  youth, 

To  press  them  with  his  hand. 
A  2 


(      6      ) 

Through  all  my  spirits  ran, 

An  ecstacy  of  bliss, 
When  I  sucii sweetness  fand 

Wrapt  in  a  balmy  kiss. 

Without  the  help  of  art, 

Likt  flow'rs  which  grace  the  wild, 
She  did  her  sweets  impart, 

Whene'er  she  spoke  or  s.   il'd. 
Her  looks  they  were  so  mild, 

Free  from  aftected  pride, 
She  me  to  love  beguiPd 

I  wish  her  for  my  bride. 

O  had  I  all  that  wealth,/ 

Hopeton's  high  mountains  fill, 
Insur'd  long  life  and  wealth, 

And  pleasures  at  my  will ; 
I'd  promise,  and  fulfil, 

That  none  but  bonny  she, 
The  lass  of  Patie's  Mill, 

Should  share  the  same  wi'  me. 


SONG....ZTa/>  me  with  thy  petticoat. 

O  Bell,  thy  looks  have  kilPd  my  heart, 
I  pass  the  day  in  pain, 

When  night  returns  I  feel  the  smart, 
And  wish  for  thee  in  vain. 

I'm  starving  cold  while  thou  art  warm  : 
Have  pity  and  incline, 

And  grant  me  for  a  hap  that  charm- 
ing petticoat  of  thine. 

My  ravished  fancy,  in  amaze, 

Still  wanders  o'er  thy  charms  ; 
Delusive  dreams  ten  thousand  ways 

Present  thee  to  my  arms. 


(      7      ) 

waking"  think  \vh:it  I  endure, 
While  en  line 

■  only  cure 
This  panting  breast  of  mine. 

1  faint,  I  fail,  and  wildly  rove, 

mi  still  deny 
The  just  reward  that's  due  to  !• 

And  let  t.  n  die. 

Oh  !   turn,  and  let  compassion  seize 

That  lovely  breast  of  thine  ; 
Thy  petticoat  could  give  me  ease, 

If  thou  and  it  were  mine. 

Sure  heaven  has  fitted  for  delight 

That  beauteous  form  of  thine, 
And  thouYt  too  pood  its  laws  to  slight, 

By  hindering1  the  design. 
May  all  the  pow'rs  of  love  agree 

At  length  to  make  thee  mine, 
Or  loose  my  chains,  and  set  me  free 

From  ev'ry  charm  of  thine. 

SONG... .Maggie   Lauder. 
WHA  wadna  be  in  love 

WV  bonny  Maggie  Lauder  ? 
A  piper  met  her  gaun  to  Fife, 

And  speir'd  wh  ey  ca'd  her  i 

Right  scornfully  she  answered  him, 

Begone  ye  hallanshaker, 
Jog  on  your  gate,  ye  Bladderskate, 
name  is  Maggie  Lauder. 

Maggie  quoth  he  and  by  my  bags, 

I'm  fidging  fain  ,o  see  thee  ; 
Sit  down  by  me,  my  bonny  bird, 

In  troth  I  winna  steer  thee  ; 
For  Vm  a  piper  to  my  trade, 

My  name  is  Rob  the  Ranter  ; 
The  lasses  loup  as  they  were  deft, 

When  I  blow  up  my  chanter. 


t      3      ) 

Piper,  quoth  Meg  hae  ye  your  bags. 

Or  is  your  drone  in  order  ? 
If  ye  be  Rob,  I've  heard  of  you, 

Live  ye  upo*  the  Border  ? 
The  lasses  a',  baith  far  and  near, 

Have  heard  of  Rob  the  Ranter* 
I'll  shake  my  foor  wi'  right  good  will 

Gif  ye'll  blaw  up  your  chanter. 

Then  to  his  bags  he  flew  wi'  speed, 

About  the  drone  he  twisted; 
Meg  up,  and  wallop 'd  o'er  the  green, 

For  brawly  could  she  frisk  it : 
Weel  done,  quoth  he,  play  up,  quoth  she, 

Weel  bobb'd,  quoth  Rob  the  Ranter, 
?Tis  worth  my  while  to  play  indeed, 

When  I  get  sic  a  dancer. 

Weel  ha'e  you  play'd  your  part,  quoth  Meg, 

Your  cheeks  are  like  the  crimson  : 
There's  nane  in  Scotland  plays  sae  weel, 

Since  we  lost  Happy  Simson. 
I've  liv'd  in  Fife,  baith  maid  and  wife, 

These  ten  years  and  a  quarter ; 
Gin  ye  should  come  to  Enster  fair, 

Spier  ye  for  Maggie  Lauder. 

SONG....£^\?  be  jovial. 

JOLLY  mortals,  fill  your  glasses, 

Noble  deeds  are  done  by  wine ; 
Scorn  the  nymph  and  all  her  graces, 

Who'd  for  love  or  beauty  pine  ? 
Look  within  the  bowl  that's  flowing*, 

And  a  thousand  charms  you'll  find, 
More  than  Phillis  has,  tho'  going 

In  the  moment  to  be  kind. 

Alexander  hated  thinking, 

Drank  about  at  council-board  : 
He  subdued  the  world  by  drinking, 

More  than  by' his  conquering  sword 


(       9       ) 

SONG.. ..Duncan  Davidtor.. 

I  lasi,  they  caTl  her  M^eg, 
-  ihe  moor  to  spin  ; 
re  was  a  lad  that  folIowM  her, 
They  ca\l  him  Duncan  Daridson. 

as  dreigh,  and  Meg  was  sktigh, 
Her  favour  Duncan  cou'd  na  win  : 
Tor  wi'  the  rock  she  wad  him  knock, 
And  ay  she  shook  the  temper  pin. 

A*  o'er  the  moor  they  lightly  foot, 
A  bur*  was  clear,  a  glen  was  green, 
Upon  the  banks  they  eas'd  their  shanks, 
And  ay  she  set  the  wheel  between  ; 
But  Duncan  swore  a  haily  haily  aith, 
That  Meg  should  be  a  bride  the  morn, 
Then  Meg  took  up  her  spinnin  graith, 
And  flang  them  a*  out  o'er  the  burn. 

We  will  big  a  wee,  wee  house, 
And  we  will  live  like  king  and  queen  ; 
Sae  blithe  and  merry's  we  will  be, 
When  ye  set  by  the  wheel  at  e'en, 
A  man  may  drink  and  no  be 'drunk, 
A  man  may  right  and  no  be  slain  ; 
A  man  may  kiss  a  bonny  lass, 
And  ay  be  welcome  back  again. 


SONG....Afau>  set  of  Marft  dream, 

THE  moon  hud  climb'd  the  highest  hill, 

Which  rises  o'er  the  source  of  Dee, 
And  from  the  eastern  summit  shed 

Her  silver  light  on  tow'r  and  tree  ; 
When  Mary  laid  her  down  to  sleep, 

Her  thoughts  on  Sandy  far  at  sea  ; 
When  soft  and  low  a  voice  was  heard, 

Say,  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me. 


V       10      ) 

She  from  her  pillow  gently  rais'd 

Her  head,  to  ask  who  there  might  be  ' 
She  saw  young"  Sandy  shiv'ring  stand, 

With  visage  pale  and  hollow  ee. 
**  O  Mary,  dear,  cold  is  my  clay, 

P  It  ;ies  beneath  a  stormy  sea  • 
"  Far,  Tar  from  thee  I  sleep  in  death  ; 

•*  So,  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me. 

"  Three  stormy  nights,  and  stormy  days 

"  We  toss'd  upon  the  raging  main  : 
n  And  long  we  strove  our  bark  to  save, 

"  But  all  our  striving  was  in  vain. 
n  Ev'n  then  when  horror  chill'd  my  blood, 

"  My  heart  was  filled  v\  ith  love  for  thee  j 
•'  The  storm  is  past,  and  I  at  rest, 

"  So,  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me. 
**  O  maiden  dear,  thyself  prepare, 

"  We  soon  shall  meet  upon  that  shore, 
"  Where  love  is  free  from  doubt  and  care, 

H  And  thou  and  I  shall  part  no  more  \n 
Loud  crow'd  the  cock,  the  shadow  fled, 

No  more  of  Sandy  could  she  see  ; 
But  soft  the  passing  spirit  said, 

"  Sweet  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me  !" 

SONG.... One  Bottle  more. 

ASSIST  me,  ye  lads,  who  have  hearts  void  of  guile* 

To  sing  in  the  praise  of  old  Ireland's  isle, 

Where  true  hospitality  opens  the  door, 

And  friendship  detains  us  for  one  bottle  more, 

One  bottle  more,  an*',  one  bottle  more, 

And  friendship  detains  us  for  one  bottle  more. 

Old  England,  your  taunts  on  our  country  forbear  : 
With  our  bulls,  and  our  brogues,  we  are  true  and  sin- 
cere, 
For  if  but  one  bottle  remain'din  our  store, 
We  have  gen'rous  hearts  to  give  that  bottle  more. 


(     H     ) 

■.  ..mdy's  in  Church-street  I'll  sing*  of  a  set 
Of  six  Irish  blades  who  together  had  met  ; 
Four  bottles  a-piece  made  us  call  for  our  score. 
And  nothing  remained  but  one  bottle  more. 

Our  bill  being  paid,  we  were  loath  to  depart, 

For   friendship  had  grappled  each  man  by  the  heart  ; 

Where    the    least  touch  you  know  make9  an  Irishman 

roar, 
And  the  whack  from  shillala,  brought  six  bottles  more. 

Slow  Phoebus  had  shone  thro'  our  window  30  bright, 
Quite  happy  to  view  his  blest  children  of  light  ; 
So  we  parted,  with  hearts  neither  sorry  nor  sore, 
Resolving  next  night  to  drink  twelve  bottles  more. 


SON G. .. Female  Liberty  regained. 

THO'  man  has  long  boasted  an  absolute  sway, 

While  woman's  hard  fate  was  love,  honour,  obey  ; 

At  length  over  wedlock  fair  liberty  dawns, 

And  the  lords  of  creation  must  pull  in  their  Uorn9  ; 

For  Homer  among  ye  proclaims  his  decree, 

When  husbands  are  tyrants,  their  wives  will  be  free. 

Away  with  your  doubts,  your  surmises  and  fears 
'Tis  Venus  beats  up  for  her  gay  volunteers  ; 
Enlist  at  her  banner,  you'll  vanquish  with  ease, 
And  make  of  your  husbands  what  creatures  you  please  : 
To  arms  then  ye  fair  ones,  and  let  the  world  see. 
When  husbands  are  tyrants,  their  wives  will  be  free. 

The  rights  of  your  sex  would  you  e'er  see  restor'd 
Your  tongues  should  be  used  as  a  two-edged  sword  ; 
That  ear-piercing  weapon  each  husband  must  dread, 
Who  thinks  on  the  marks  you  may  place  on  his  head ; 
Then  wisely  unite  till  the  men  all  agree. 
That  woman,  dear  woman,  shall  ever  be  free 


(       12       ) 

Ko  more  shall  the  wife,  all  meek  as  a  lamb," 

Be  subject  to  M  Zounds,  do  you  know  who  I  am  f** 

Domestic  politeness  shall  flourish  again, 

When  women  take  courage  to  govern  the  men  ; 

Then  stand  to  your  charter,  and  let  the  world  see, 

Tho*  husbands  are  tyrants,  their  wives  will  be  free. 


SONC-.T/ze  Fishmo?iger's  Lamentation. 
FISHWIVES,  I  have  lost  my  wife  ! 

Have  you  seen  my  Sarah  ? 
The*  pride  and  comfort  of  my  life, 

My  kind,  my  best,  my  dear — a  ! 
She  went  cut  this  afternoon  ; 

Ah!  that  I  knew  whither  ! 
If  I  thought  her  in  the  moon, 

C — se  me,  but  I'd  go  thither  ! 

But  I'll  first  my  Sarah  seek 

All  around  the  city  ; 
Tear3  bedew  me  while  I  speak, 

Fishwives,  do  me  pity, 
Lay,  oh  !  lay  your  baskets  by, 

You  vociferous  sounders — 
Sarah,  Sarah,  Sarah  cry, 

Instead  of  cod  and  flounders, 


SONG....  The  good  Ship  Rover. 

'TWAS  in  the  good  ship  Rover 

I  sail'd  the  world  around, 
And  for  three  years  and  over 

I  ne'er  touch M  British  ground  ; 
At  length  in  England  landed, 

I  left  the  roaring  main, 
Found  all  relations  stranded, 

And  went  to  sea  again. 


(       13       , 

That  time  brought  straight  to  Portugal, 

Ri^ht  fore  and  aft  we  bore  ; 
But,  when  we'd  made  Cape  Ortugal, 

A  gale  blew  otT  the  9hore  : 
She  lay,  so  did  it  shock  her, 

A  log  upon  the  main  ; 
Till  sav'd  from  Davy's  locker, 

We  put  to  seaag-ain. 

Next  in  a  frigate  sailing, 

Upon  a  squally  night, 
Thunder  and  Hghtning  hailing. 

The  horrors  of  the  sight, 
My  precious  limb  was  lopp'd  off"; 

I,  wlen  they'd  eas'd  mv  pain, 
Thaok'd  God  I  was  not  poppd  off, 

And  went  to  sea  again. 

Vet  still  am  I  enabled 

To  bring  up  in  life's  rear. 
Although  I'm  quite  disabled, 

Acd  lie  in  Greenwich  tier  : 
Thr. king,  God  bless  his  royalty, 

XTho  sav'd  me  from  the  main, 
I'll  praise  with  love  and  loyalty, 

Sut  ne'er  to  sea  again. 

SONG....Z?*>£f  of Iircemimy. 

THE  smiling  morn,  the  breathing  spring, 

Jivite  the  tuneful  birds  to  sing ; 

And  while  they  warble  from  each  spray, 

Love  melts  the  universal  lay  ; 

Let  us,  Amanda,  timely  wise, 

Like  them  improve  the  hour  that  flies, 

And  in  soft  raptures  waste  the  day 

Among  the  birks  of  Invermay. 

Tor  soon  the  winter  of  the  year, 
>Aod  age,  life's  winter,  will  appear  ; 
B 


(      14      ) 

At  this  thy  lively  bloom  will  fade, 
As  that  will  strip  the  verdant  shade  ; 
Our  taste  of  pleasure  then  is  o'er, 
The  feather'd  songsters  please  no  more ; 
And  when  they  droop  and  we  decay, 
Adieu  the  birks  of  Invermay. 

The  lav'rocks  now  and  lintwhites  sing*, 
The  rocks  around  wi'  echoes  ring, 
The  mavies  and  the  blackbird  vie 
In  tunexuf  strains  to  glad  the  day  ; 
The  woods  now  wear  their  summer  suits, 
To  mirth  a*  nature  now  invites  ; 
Let  us  be  blithsome  then,  and  gay, 
Among  the  birks  of  Invermay* 

Behold  the  hills  and  vales  around 
With  lowing  herds  and  flocks  abound  ; 
The  wanton  kids  and  frisking  lambs 
Gambol  and  dance  about  their  dams  ; 
The  busy  bees  with  humming  noise, 
And  a'  the  reptile  kind  rejoice  ; 
Let  us,  like  them,  then  sing  and  play 
About  the  birks  of  Invermay. 

Hark  how  the  waters,  as  they  fa', 
Loudly  my  love  to  gladness  ca'  ; 
The  wanton  waves  sport  in  the  beams, 
And  fishes  play  throughout  the  streams  ; 
The  circling  sun  does  now  advance, 
And  all  the  planets  round  him  dance  ; 
Let  us  as  jovial  be  as  they 
Amang  the  birks  of  Invermay. 


SONG....itf>  Name's  Honest  Harry,  O. 

My  name  is  Honest  Harry,  O, 

Mary  I  will  marry  O  ; 
In  spite  of  Nell,  or  Isabel, 
I'll  follow  my  own  vagary  O, 


With  mr,  Sec. 


(       15      ) 

With  my  rigdum  jigdum  airy  O, 
I  love  little 

In  spite  of  Nell,  or  Isabel, 
I'll  follow  my  own  vagary  O, 

Smart  she  is  and  bonny  O, 
Sweet  as  sugarcandy  O, 

Fresh  and  gay, 

As  flow'rs  in  May, 
And  I'm  her  Jack  a  dandy  O. 

Soon  to  church  I'll  have  her  O, 
Where  we'll  wed  together  O  ; 
And  that,  that  done, 
Then  we'll  have  fun, 
In  spite  of  wind  and  weather  O, 
With  my  rigdum  jigdum  airy  O, 
I  love  little  Mary  O  ; 
In  spite  of  Nell,  or  Isabel, 
I'll  follow  my  own  vagary  O. 


SONG. 
MY  bottle  is  my  wife  and  friend  ; 

If  dull  her  spirits  cheer  me  ; 
Whenever  Rory  would  unbend, 

O  how  her  kisses  cheer  me  J 


Lovely  bottle  warms  my  throttle, 

Makes  me  niddle,  noddle,  noddle,  queerly, 

Stammer,  stumble,  reel  and  tumble, 
Wimble,  wamble  dearly. 

She  is  my  doctor  and  my  nurse 

My  champion  in  a  hobble  ; 
Altho'  she  empties  oft  my  purse, 

She  makes  my  blood  right  noble. 

J-ovely  bottle,  &c 


(       16       ) 

When  by  the  middle  I  9eize  my  wife, 

"She  fires  ine  with  love  stoiries  ; 
As  I'm  wedded  to  her,  firm  for  life, 

I'll  dance  and  sing  her  glories. 

Lovely  bottle,  &c. 


SOKG....Jem  of  Aberdeen. 

The  tuneful  laverocks  cheer  the  gTove, 

And  sweetly  smells  the  summer  green, 
Now  o'er  the  mead  I  long  to  rove, 

\W  bonny  Jem  of  Aberdeen. 
Whene'er  we  sit  beneath  the  broom,  or  wanders  o'er 

the  lea, 
He's   always  wooing,  wooing,  wooing,  always  wooing 
me. 

He's  fresh  and  fair  as  flow'rs  in  May, 

The  blithest  lad  of  a'  the  green  ; 
How  sweet  the  time  will  pass  away 

Wi'  bonny  Jem  of  Aberdeen  ! 

Whene'er  we  sit,  &c. 

Wi'  joy  I  leave  my  father's  cot, 

Wi*  ilka  sport  of  glen  or  green, 
Well  pleas'd  to  share  the  humble  lot 

Of  bonny  Jem  of  Aberdeen 

For  when  we  sit,  kc. 


SONG....yohtiny  comes  to-morrow. 

WISH  me  joy,  ye  nymphs  and  swains, 

Johnny  comes  to-morrow  ; 
He  shall  quickly  glad  the  plains, 

Banish  care  and  sorrow  : 
He4*ad  left  us  now  too  long, 

Rpb'd  us  of  our  treasure  ; 
But  he  will  bring  us-  dance  and  song, 

Aed  every  smiling  pleasure. 


If  I've  time  1*11  deck  the  b 
Once  my  twain  delighting, 

Twine  it  round  with  many  a.  flov 
Aild   with  .sweets  inviting  : 

There  he  talk'd  so  well  of  love, 
n  my  heart  from  sorrow, 

There  on  wings  of  haste  III  rove, 
He'll  be  there  to-morrow. 

Come,  my  shepherd,  quickly  come, 

Where  canst  thou  be  staying  ? 
Love,  who  wants  thee  now  at  home, 

Chides  thy  long  delaying  ; 
From  to-day  Til  never  rove, 

But  be  blithe  and  bonny  ; 
For  I  never  more  shall  live. 

Without  my  sweetheart  Johnny. 


SONG. 

DAUGHTER,  you're  too  young  to  marry, 

'Tis  too  soon  to  be  a  wife  ; 
Vet  a  little  longer  tarry, 

Ere  ye  know  the  cares  of  life. 
Wedlock  is  a  fickle  station, 

Sometimes  sweetness  sometimes  Bti 
Oh  !  how  great  the  alteration 

Twixt  the  maiden  and  the  wife  ! 

Love  and  courtship  are  but  stupid, 

Glory  has  superior  charms  ; 
Mars  should  triumph  over  Cupid, 

When  Bellona  calls  to  arms  s 
As  for  you,  Sir,  do  your  dufy, 

Oh  !  were  I  but  young  again, 
Vd  not  linger  after  beauty, 

But  go  play  my  part  with  Spain. 
B  2 


(      13      ) 

SONG.-Fr/W  and  L<mr. 
I'M  told  by  the  wise  ones,  a  maid  I  shall  die  ; 
They  say  I'm  too  nice,  but  the  charge  I  deny  ; 
I  know  but  too  well  how  the  time  flies  along1, 
That  we  live  but  few  years,  and  fewer  are  young : 
But  I  hate  to  be  cheated,  and  never  will  buy, 
Whole  ages  of  sorrow  for  moments  of  joy  ; 
I  never  will  wed,  till  a>outh  I  can  find, 
Where  the  friend  and  the  lover  are  equally  joift'd. 

No  pedant,  tho'  learned,  or  foolishly  gay, 

Or  laughing,  because  he  has  nothing  to  say  » 

To  ev'ry  fair  one  obliging  and  free, 

But  never  be  loving  to  any  but  me  : 

In  whose  tender  bosom  my  soul  may  confide, 

Whose  kindness  can  soothe  me,  whose  counsels  can 

guide : 
Such  a  youth  I  would  marry,  if  such  I  could  find, 
Where  the  friend  and  the  lover  are  equally  join'd. 

From  such  a  dear  lover  as  I  here  describe, 

No  dangers  shall  fright  me,  nor  millions  should  bribe; 

But  till  this  astonishing  creature  I  know, 

I  am  single,  and  happy,  and  still  will  be  so  : 

You  may  laugh,  and  suppose  I  am  nicer  than  wise. 

But   I'll  shun  the  dull  fop,  the  dull  coxcomb  despise  ; 

Nor  e'er  will  I  marry  till  the  youth  I  can  find, 

Where  the  friend  and  the  lover  are  equally  johVd, 


SONG....TA*  Banks  of  Tay. 

GN  thy  banks,  gentle  Tay,  when  I  breath'd  my  soft 

lute, 
To  my  Chloe's  sweet  accents  attention  sat  mute; 
To  her  voice  with  what  transport  I  swell'd  the  slow 

strain, 
Or  return'd  dying  measures  in  echoes  again  : 
Little  Cupid  beat  time,  and  the  Graces  around 
Taught,  with  even  divisions,  to  Vary  the  sound. 


(       15 

From  my  Chloe  remov'd  when  I  did  it  complain. 
And  warble  smooth  numbers  to  soothe  love-sick  pain, 

much  alter'd  it  seems  as  the  rising  notes  flow, 
And  the  soft  falling-  strains  how  insipidly  slow  ; 
I  will  play  then  no  more,  for  it's  her  voice  alone 
Must  enrapture  my  soul  to  enliven  its  tone. 


A  FAVOURITE  SONG. 

©  !  the  days  when  I  was  young", 

When  I  laugh'd  at  fortune's  spite, 
Talk'd  of  love  all  the  day  long, 

And  with  nectar  crown'd  the  night. 

Then  it  was  old  father,  Care, 

Little  reck'd  I  of  thy  frown  : 
Halt  thy  malice  youth  could  bear, 

And  the  rest  a  bumper  drown. 

O  !  the  days,  &c. 

Truth  they  say  lives  m  a  well, 

Why,  I  vow,  I  ne'er  could  see  ; 
Let  the  water-drinkers  tell, 

There  it  always  lay  for  me. 

O!  the  days,  Stc 

For  when  sparkling  wine  went  round, 

NV\er  saw  I  falsehood's  mask  : 
But  still  honest  truth  1  found 

At  the  bottom  of  each  flask. 

O  !  the  days,  &c. 

True,  at  length  my  vigour's  flown, 

t  have  years  to  bring  decay  ; 
Few  the  locks  that  now  I  own, 

And  the  few  I  have  are  grey. 

O  !  the  day*,  &c 

Yet,  old  Jerome,  thou  mayest  boast, 

While  thy  spirits  do  not  tire  ; 
Still  beneath  thy  age's  fr 

Glows  a  spark  of  youthful  I 


(       20      ) 

SONG. 

BEHOLD  the  god  Bacchus, 
.  Oft  mention'd  by  Flafcus, 

To  mortals  afford  good  advice  ; 
I'll  grant  store  of  claret, 
Then  drink  and  ne'er  spare  it, 

'Twill  balm  every  care  in  a  trice. 
Deep  draughts  of  Canary- 
Will  make  us  all  merry, 

While  Beauty  in  vain  rolls  her  eye  : 
No  more  she  can  vex, 
We'll  love  the  whole  sex, 

But  ne'er  for  one  female  will  sigh. 

If  grief  should  assail  us, 
Philosophy  fail  us, 

Sure  comfort  is  found  in  good  wine  ; 
If  the  heart  feels  a  wound, 
No  cure  can  be  found, 

No  doctor  like  juice  of  the  vine. 

SONG. 

THE  busy  crew  the  sails  unbending, 

The  ship  in  harbour  safe  arriv'd ; 
Xack  Oakum  all  his  perils  ending, 

Had  made  the  port  where  Kitty  liv'd. 
His  rigging,  no  one  dar'd  attack,  it, 

Tight  fore  and  aft  ;   above  below ; 
Long  quarter'd  shoes,  check  shirt,  bluejacket, 

And  trowsers  like  the  driven  snow. 

His  honest  heart  with  pleasure  glowing, 
He  flew  like  lightning  to  the  side  : 

Scarce  had  they  been  a  boat's  length  rowing, 
Before  his  Kitty  he  espy'd. 

A  flowing  pendant  gaily  flutter'd 
From  her  neat  made  hat  of  straw; 

Red  were  her  cheeks  when  first  she  utte: 
It  was  her  sailor  th-at  she  saw. 


(      21      ) 

And  now  the  paring  crew  surround  her, 
While,  secure  from  all  alarms, 

Swift  as  a  ball  from  ■  nine*  pounder, 
They  dart  into  each  others  arms. 


SOKG....jirthur  O'Bradty. 

*TWAS  in  the  month  of  May, 
The  maidens  the  v  did  say, 
A  gailand  they  would  have, 
That  was  both  gallant  and  brave  *. 
The  syllabubs  they  brought  up  ; 
That  every  one  might  sup, 
Kow  I'll  take  off*  my  cup, 
Good  ale  is  belov'd  by  all, 
The  great  as  well  as  the  small  i 
Then  here's  to  Arthur  O'Bradly— -O  ! 

O  rare  Arthur  O'Bradly  ! 

O  rare  Arthur  O'Bradly— O. 

Good  ale  is  belov'd  by  all,  &c. 

Young  Arthur  went  out  one  day. 

Met  Dorothy  by  the  way, 

And  took  her  by  the  hand, 

Desiring  her  for  to  stand ; 

If  you  love  your  mother,  love  mc, 

And  love  no  other  but  me, 

Tor  my  name  it  is  Arthur  O'Bradly — O. 

And  I  am  O  rare  Arthur  O'Bradly,  fcc 

The  old  woman  screech'd  and  cry'd, 

And  call'd  her  daughter  aside  ; 

"What  a  foolish  young-  girl  are  ye  ? 

How  can  you  so  frolicsome  be  ? 

Scarce  fifteen  years  of  age, 

To  'Mile  a  man's  house  and  engage  : 

Besides,  jou  are  not  fit 

To  k  c  p  an  old  man  in  his  wit, 

And  you're  not  for  Arthur  O'Bradly— O. 

For  he's  O  poor  Arthur  O  Bradly,  &c . 

r 


AC      22       ) 

Young  Arthur  stept  in  by  the  bye, 

And  stopt  the  old  wife  of  her  cry  ; 

Oho,  old  woman,  says  he, 

I  am  as  good  as  she, 

For  if  death  my  father  should  call, 

I  shall  be  heir  of  all  ; 

His  tackling  and  his  looms, 

With  a  dozen  of  wooden  spoons  ; 

With  three  left  handed  mittens, 

And  an  old  curtain  ring, 

A  dozen  of  metal  buttons 

Ty'd  to  an  old  leathern  string  ; 

With  cocks  and  pails,  hail  five, 

And  a  piece  of  an  old  bee-hive. 

Besides,  was  left  in  my  lot, 

My  grandmother's  mustard-pot, 

And  chamber-pot,  as  good 

As  ever  was  made  of  wood  ; 

And  they  are  all  for  Arthur  O'Bradly — O. 

And  I'm  O  rare  Arthur  O'Bradly,  &C- 

Then  Goody  took  Arthur  aside, 
Gave  Dorothy  for  his  bride  ; 
Their  eldest  son  to  be  heir, 
They  both  did  vow  and  declare. 
The  bride  and  bridegroom  skipt 
To  bed,  in  haste  they  stript, 
The  candle  and  posset  did  go, 
The  maidens  the  stocking  did  throw  : 
While  Dorothy  soon  cry'd,  Oh — 

O  rare  Arthur  O'Bradly,  &c. 

Now  Arthur  has  got  a  wife, 

The  like  was  never  seen  ; 

She's  mouth  from  ear  to  ear, 

And  her  teeth  as  rotten's  a  pear  ; 

Her  legs  are  bended  so, 

That  a  wheel-barrow  through  may  go  ; 

With  a  lump  upon  her  back, 

Like  to  a  pedlar's  pack, 


(        24        ) 

And  a  husband  she  has  got, 
And  her  name  is  Draggle-tailM  Dorothy,  O. 
And  she's  O  rare  Draggle-tail  Dorothy, 
Wife  to  Arthur  O'Bradly— (). 

Good  ale  is  belov'd  by  all,  Sec 


SONG. 

WHEN  fairies  dance  round  on  the  grass. 

Who  revel  all  night  in  a  roun', 
Then  say,  will  you  meet  me,  sweet  lass, 
Alone,  by  the  light  of  the  moon  ? 

Then  say,  &c. 

First  swear  you  will  never  deceive 

The  lass  you  have  conquerM  so  soon, 
Nor  leave  a  lost  maiden  to  grieve, 

Alone,  by  the  light  of  the  moon. 


Nor  leave,  &c. 


T  swear  to  be  constant  and  true, 
Nor  would  I  be  false  for  a  crown  ; 

ill  meet  you  at  twelve  on  the  green, 
Alone,  by  the  light  of  the  moon. 

The  nightingale  pe.rch'd  on  the  thorn, 
Enchants  ev'ry  ear  with  her  song, 

And  is  glad  on  the  absence  of  morn, 
To  salute  the  pale  light  of  the  moon. 


Til  meet.  &c 


And  is,  &c. 


How  sweet  is  the  jessamin  grove  ! 

How  sweet  are  the  roses  in  June  ! 
More  sweet  is  the  language  of*  love, 

Breath'd  forth  by  the  light  of  the  moon. 

More  sweet,  &c. 


SONG. 

My  jovial  friends  with  social  glee 
The  bottle  now  we'll  pass  ; 


(      24      ) 

£ach  bosom  charg'd  with  unity, 

With  good  old  Port  each  glass. 

The  bumper  fill  the  toast  shall  be, 
Thomas  Jefferson,  in  three  times  ttoee. 

While  Columbia's  sons  with  martial  fire. 

And  patriot  ardour  glow  ; 

While  they  to  warlike  deeds  aspire, 

And  pant  to  meet  the  foe, 

To  American  arms,  by  land  or  sea, 
We'll  drink  success,  in  three  times  three. 

The  lov'Iy  Nymphs  of  Columbia's  land 

With  pleasure  now  we'll  toasjt ; 

And  beauty's  facinating  band 

Shall  be  an  American's  boast. 

The  burner  fill,  the  toast  shall  be, 

The  American  Fair,  in  three  times  three. 


SONG....TAe  Waiter. 

AT  the  very  best  of  houses  where  the  best  of  people 
dine  ; 

And  the  very  best  of  eatables  they  cater, 

Where  they  serve  the  best  of  spirits  and  decant  tke 
best  of  wine, 

I  attend  as  a  very  merry  waiter  } 

Then  my  table  cloth  can  spread, 

Next  decant  my  white  and  red, 

Manage  matters  to  a  charm, 

And  with  napkin  under  arm 

Can  a  skinflinch,  or  jolly  fellow  tell, 

Know  whether  they'll  come  down, 

Gold,  a  tizzy,  or  a  crown  : 

So  I  treat  them  as  I  find  them  ill  or  well, 

Mistress,  maids  all  bawling,  drumming, 

Tingling,  jingling,  I  cry  coming, 

I'm  a  coming,  coming,  coming,  coming,  coming  com- 
ing, coming. 


(       25       ) 

Going  in  ma'am,  coming  up  sir,  damn  the  belli  all 
ringing  at  once,  so  I'm  coming  coming,  coming,  com- 
ing, coming. 

At  the  very  merry  meetings,    why  I  always  lore  to 

share, 
Whole  bottles  sometimes  broke,    why  then  I  snack 

it, 
At  that  I'm  just  at  home,    so  I    travel    you    know 

where, 
$ally  Chambermaid  and  I  slyly  crack  it  * 
She's  a  little  fortunes  maid 
Just  by  making  warm  the  bed, 
So  I  think  it  not  an. i 
Now  and  then  to  snatch  a  kiss, 
For  you  know  I  like  Sally  very  well, 
So  hob  nobbing  as  we  chat, 
Rooking  loving-  and  all  that, 
In  our  ears  they're  ever  ringing  such  a  peal 

Then  with  their  noisy  roaring,  drumming, 

Tingling,  jingling,  I  cry,  coming  I'm  a  c  — g, 

c g,  c g,  c g,  &c. 

Here  Sam  take  these  biscuits  up  to  the  angel,  you 
take  care  of  No.  4,  and  Til  take  care  of  No.  1,  my* 
self; 

So  I'm  c«ing — &c.  Sec.  &c.  &c. 
A  snpie  that  once  was  ordered,    such  an  article   we'd 

not ; 
Yet  to  disappoint  a  customer  unwilling, 
A  plover  was  served  up,   the  gem'men  swore  r.o  bill 

it  had  got, 
Says  I,  swallow  it  I'll  soon  bring  the  bill  in, 
Thus  I  joke  and  gaily  talk, 
While  poor  master  jokes  with  chalk, 
And  can  jingling  glasses  drink, 
While  he  tingles  in  the  chink, 
Gad  we  break,  then  buy,  who  can  tell, 
Sally  then  is  mistress  made, 
Up  to  ev'ry  servant's  trade 
C 


(       26      ) 

Then  with  their'noisy  roaring,  drumming', 
Tingling1,  gingling/I  cry  coming", 
I'm  a  coming,  coming,  coming,  coming,  coming,  com- 
ing, coming. 

Here  James  see  that  Sam  the  Cellarman  sends  up 
prick'd  bottles  for  they're  a  shabby  set,  and  we  may 
never  see  them  again.  Mrs  Napkin  show  my  lord 
to  the  Star  and  Garter,  and  lawyer  Lattitat  to  the 
devil  ;  Lord  ma'am  he's  going  there  himself,  he 
knows  the  way  extremely  well. 

So   I'm   coming,   coming,  coming,  coming,  com- 
ing. 

SONG. ...Batchelors'  Hail. 
TO  Batchelors'  hall  we  good  fellows  invite, 
To  partake  of  the  chase  that  makes  up  our  delight  ; 
"We  have  spirits  like  fire,  and  of  health  such  a  stock, 
That  our  pulse  strike  the  seconds  as  true  as  a  clock. 
Did  you  see  us,  you'd  swear,  as  we  mount  with  a  grace, 
That  Diana  had  dubb'd  some  new  gods  of  the  chase. 
Hark  away,  havk  away,  all  nature  looks  gay, 
And  Aurora  with  smiles  ushers  in  the  new  day. 
Dick  Thickset  came  mounted  upon  a  fine  black, 
A  better  fleet  gelding  ne'er  hunter  did  back  ; 
Tom  Trig  rode  a  bay  full  of  mettle  and  bone, 
And  gily  Bob  Buxom  rode  proud  on  a  roan  : 
But  the  horse  of  all  horses  that  rival'd  the  day, 
Was  the  squire's  neck  or  nothing,  and  that  was  a  grey, 
Hark  away,  kc. 

Then  for  hounds,   there   was   Nimble,   so  well  that 

climbs  rocks, 
And  Cocknose,  a  good  one  at  scenting  a  fox  : 
Little  Plunge  like  a  mole,  who  will  ferret  and  search, 
And  beetle-brow'd  Hawk's-eye  so  dead  at  a  lurch  : 
Young  Sly-looks,  who  scents  the  strong  breeze  from 
f  the  south, 

And  musical  Echo- well  with  his  deep  mouth. 

Hark  away,  &c. 


(      27       ) 

Our  horses  thus  all  of  the  very  best  blood, 

not  likely  you'll  easily  find  ud  ; 

And  tor  hounds  our   opinions   with  thousands   we'd 

back, 
That  the  Continent  'round  can't  produce  surh  a  pack  : 
Thus  having  describ'd  you  dogs,  horses,  and  crew, 
Ays.  off  fur  ;he  fox  is*lrt  view. 

Sly   Reynard  brought  home,  while  the  horn  sounds  a 

call, 
"And  now  you're  all  welcome  to  Batchelors'  hall  ; 
The  sav'rv  sirloin  grateful  smoaks  on  ihe  boanl, 
And  Bacchus  pours  wine  from  his  favourite  hoard  : 
Come  on  then,  do  honour  to  this  noble  place, 
And  enjoy  the  sweet  pleasures  that  spring  fjrom  the 

chase  : 
Hark  away,  hark  away,  while  our  spirits  are  gay, 
Let  us  drink  to  the  joys  of  the  next  coming  day. 


SONG....Peggy  to  Robert. 

PRAY,  young  man,  your  suit  give  over4 

Heav'n  designed  you  not  for  me  ; 
Cease  to  be  a  whining  lover, 

Sour  and  sweet  can  ne'er  agree  ; 
Clownish  in  each  limb  and  feature, 

You've  no  skill  to  dance  or  sing  ; 
At  best  you're  but  an  aukward  creature, 

I,  you  know  am  quite  the  thing. 

As  I  soon  may  roll  in  pleasure, 

Bumpkins  I  must  bid  adieu  ; 
Can  you  think  that  such  a  treasure 

Ere  was  destin'd  man,  for  you  ? 
Xo — mayhap,  when  I  am  carr\M, 

'Mongst  the  great  to  dance  and  sing, 
To  some  great  lord  I  may  be  mar: 

All  allow — I'm  quite  the  thing. 


(      28      ) 

*•  Beaux  to  me  will  then  be  kneeling", 

"  Ma'am,  I  die,  if  you  dont  yield  : 
<f  Let  'em  plead  their  tender  feeling1, 

"  While  my  tender  heart  is  steel'd. 
u  When  I  dance  they'll  be  delighted, 

"  Ravish'd  quite  to  hear  me  sing, 
M  At  Routs,  whenever  l*m  invited, 

M  All  will  swear — I'm  quite  the  thing'. 


SONG....?**, 

COLUMBIAN  sons  at  sea, 

In  battle  always  brave, 
Strike  to  no  pow^r,  d'ye  see, 

That  ever  ploughed  the  wavt. 


But  when  we're  not  afloat, 
fTis  quite  another  thing  ; 

We  strike  to  petticoat, 

Get  gToggy,  dance  and  sing. 

u  There's  Portsmouth  Polly,  she, 
"  When  forc'd  to  go  ashore, 

u  Vow'd  constancy  to  me, 

w  And  sometimes  twenty  more.. 


Fal,lal,U! 


Fal,  laL 


Pal,  lal 


*'  But  give  poor  Poll  her  due, 

"  For  truth's  a  precious  thing, 
M  With  none  but  sailors  true 

u  Would  she  drink  grog  and  sing". 

Fal,  tal. 

With  Nancy  deep  in  love, 

I  once  to  sea  did  go  ; 
Return'd,  she  cry'd,  "  By  Jove! 

"  I'm  married,  dearest  Joe." 

Fal,  Xzl—fMimitks  her.) 


(       29       ) 

Great  guns  I  scarce  could  hold, 

find  that  I  was  flung ; 
But  Nancy  prov'd  a  scold, 
Then  I  got  drunk,  and  bui 

Fal,  \t\.—(Hic 

At  length  I  did  comply, 

And  made  a  rib  of  Sue  ; 
What  tho*  she 'Abut  one  eye  ? 

It  pierced  m^ieart  like  two. 

Fallal. 

And  now  I  take  my  glass, 

Drink  America,  no  king  ; 
Content  with  my  old  1 

Get  groggy,  dance,  and  sing. — (Hiccups.  J 

Fal,  Lai 

SONG...Menry. 

TOM  Starboard  was  a  lover  true, 

As  brave  a  tar  as  ever  sail'd 
The  duties  ablest  seamen  do 

Tom  did  ;  and  never  yet  had  fail'd, 
But  wreck'd,  as  he  was  homeward  bound, 

Within  a  league  of  New  York's  coasr, 
Love  sav'd  him  sure  from  being  drown'd. 

For  more  than  half  the  crew  were  lost. 

In  fight  Tom  Starboard  knew  no  fear  ; 

Nay  when  he  lost  an  arm — resign 'd 
Said,  Love  for  Nan,  his  only  dear, 

Had  sav'd  his  life,  and  Fate  was  kind. 
And  now,  tho'  wreck'd,  yet  Tom  return'd, 

Of  all  past  hardships  made  a  joke  ; 
For  still  his  manly  bosom  bum'd 

With  love — his  heart  was  heart  of  oak! 

His  strength  restored  Tom  nimbly  ran 
To  cheer  his  love,  his  destin'd  bride  ; 

But  false  report  had  brought  to  Nan, 
Six  months  before,  her  Tom  had  died. 
c  2 


(       30      ) 

With  grief  sne  daily  pin'd  away, 

No  remedy  her  life  could  save  j 
And  Tom  arriv'd — the  very  day 

They  laid  his  Nancy  in  the  grave  1 

SONG....itfh>> 

THE  poplar  grove  his  presence  gracM. 

Where  William  oft  would  bless  nflp 
The  smooth-bark  tree — the  turf  he  trac'd 

With  love -knots — now  distress  me  ! 
The  silent  lane,  the  busy  field, 

All  gladsome  once  seem  dreary  j 
No  place,  alas  !  can  pleasure  yield. 

E'en  life's  a  blank  to  Mary  ! 

SONG. 

LOVELY  woman  'tis  thou  i 

To  whose  virtue  I  bow  ; 
Thy  charms  to  sweet  rapture  give  birth  j 

Thine  electrical  soul 

Lends  life  to  the  whole, 
And  blank,  without  thee,  were  this  earth. 

Oh  !  let  me  thy  soft  pow'r, 

Ev'rv  day — ev'ry  hour, 
With  my  heart  honour,  worship,  adore  : 

Thou  present — 'tis  May  ; 

Winter,  when  thou'rtaway  ; 
Can  a  man,  I  would  ask,  wish  for  more  \ 

In  a  dream  oft  I've  seen, 

Fancy's  perfect-made  queen, 
Which  waking  in  vain  have  I  sought  ; 

But  sweet  Mary  'twas  you, 

Ricb  fancy  then  drew  ; 
Thou'rt  the  vision  which  sleeping  she  wrought 

Lovely  woman's  soft  power, 

Every  day — every  hour, 
Let  my  heart,  honour,  worship,  adore  j 


(      31      ) 

Thou  present— 'tis  May  ; 
Winter,  when  thou'rt  away  ; 
Call  a  man,  I  would  ask,  wish  for  more  i 


SONG. 
CALM  the  winds  ;  the  distant  ocean,, 

Where  our  sMra  in  triiin. 
Seems  to  own  ■JPther  mo 

.But  the  ehb  and  flow  of  tide. 

High  perch'd  upon  a  fav'rite  spr 

The  (brush  attention  hath  bespoke  ; 

The  ploughman,  plodding  on  his  way, 
To  listen,  stops  the  sturdy  yoke. 

But  see,  the  loud-tongu'd  pack  in  view, 
The  peopled  hills  the  cry  resound ; 

The  sportsmen  joining  chorus  too, 
And  rapt*rous  peals  of  joy  go  round. 

Soon,  soon  again,  |!ie  scene  so  gay, 
In  distant  murmurs  dies  away  : 

Again  from  lazy  Echo's  cell, 
No  sound  is  heard  of  mirth  or  wo*, 

Save  but  the  craz}  tinkling  bell 

shepherd  hangs  upon  the  ewe 


SONG.iVaO'. 
ERE  sorrow  taught  my  tears  to  flo* 

They  calAl  me  happy  Mary, 
In  rural  co:,  my  humbie  lot, 

I  pla\'d  like  any  fairy  ; 
And  when  the  inn,  wih  golden  ray, 
Sunk  down  the  western  sky  ; 
m  the  green,  to  dance  or  play, 
was  happy  I  : 
fond  la  ti»e  dove  was  my  true  LoYfj 
w..  I   he  wa§,  Jtindto  ma  ! 


And  what  was  still  my  greater  pride, 
I  thought  I  should  be  William's  bride, 
When  he  return'dfrom  sea. 

Ah,  what  avails  remembrance  now  I 

It  lends  a  dart  to  sorrow  ; 
My  once  lov'd  cot,  and  happy  lot, 

But  loads  with  grief  to-morrow  i^ 
My  William's  buried  in  the  deep,  M 

And  I  am  sore  oppress'd  ! 
Now  all  the  day  I  sit  and  weep, 

At  night  I  know  no  rest  : 
I  dream  of  waves  and  sailors'  graves, 

In  horrid  wrecks  I  see  I 
And  when  I  hear  the  midnight  wind, 
All  comfort  flies  my  troubled  mind, 

For  William's  lost  at  sea. 


SONG...  Crflc^; 

WITH  a  merry  tale 

Serjeants  beat  the  drum  ; 
Noddles  full  of  ale, 

Village  lads  they  hum  : 
Soldiers  out  go  all, 

Famous  get  in  story  ; 
If  they  chance  to  fall, 

Don't  they  sleep  in  glory  : 

Towdy,  rowdy  dow,  &c  - 

Lawyers  try  when  fee'd 

Juries  to  make  pliant, 
If  they  can't  succeed, 

Then  they  hum  their  client  ; 
To  perfection  come, 

Humming  all  the  trade  is, 
Ladies,  lovers  hum, 

Lovers  hum  the  ladies. 

Towdy,  rowdy  dow,  &c 


1 


(       33      ) 

Ha'n't  Columbia's  sons 

Vtouftteer ? 
Hn'n'  the  Dons  lm* 

their  fleets  appf  f — 
they  must  tho'  loth, 

Han  crumm'd,) 
If  they're  not  humm   '  both, 

Then  will  I  ^1 , 

Towdy,  rowdy  dow,  Sec. 

A  PATRIOTIC  SOSG. 

For  the  anniversary  of  American  Independence* 

Tunc,    Hail  Columbia. 

HAIL  Columbia!   happy  land, 
Hail  ye  patriots,  neaven  born  band, 
Who  Independence  first  proclaimed, 
Who  Independence  first  proclaimed 
Immortal  be  that  glorious  day 
When  first  we  cast  our  chains  away. 
Let  Independence  be  our  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost, 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 
Let  its  altars  reach  the  skies  I 
Firm  united  let  us  be, 
Rallying  round  our  liberty. 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  safety  we  shall  find. 

AU  party  toasts  we  here  disclaim, 
Which  join'd  with  wine  the  soul  inflame, 
And  prove  the  source  of  civil  broils, 
And  prove  the  source  of  civil  broils, 
Let  us  this  day,  that  made  us  free, 
Devote  to  social  harmony. 

So  rapidly  our  states  increase, 
CherishM'by  freedom  nurs'd  in  peace* 
If  bumper*  to  each  state  we  take, 
Uproar  might  all  our  country  shake. 
Firm  united,  Sic.  fee. 


(      34      ) 

Yet  one  to  Jiim,  we'll  grateful  give, 
Who  in  our  hearts  must  ever  Iiv», 

Whose  glorious  name  inscribed  above. 
Whose  glorious  name  inscribed  above. 
Who  such  a  noble  race  has  run  ? 
Who  so  revered  as  Washington  ? 
Then  let  us  independence  boast, 
Ne'er  forgetting  what  it  cost, 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 
Let  its  altars  reach  the  skies, 
Firm  united,  &c.  &c. 

Let  us  despise  all  party  zeal, 
Let  us  but  one  attachment  feel, 

Our  country's  love  alone  prevail, 
Our  country's  love  alone  prevail, 
Discord  avaunt !  we  scorn  your  arts, 
No  jealous  doubts  disturb  our  hearts, 

For  kings  and  priests  while  Europe  fights* 
Friendship  and  peace  be  our  delight. 
The  nation's  voice  is  in  our  laws, 
The  nation's  will  is  freedom's  cause. 
Firm  united  let  us  be, 
Rallying  round  our  liberty, 
As  a  band  of  brothers  join'd, 
Peace  and  safety  we  shall  find. 


SONG. 

I  ONCE  was  a  maiden  as  fresh  as  a  rose, 

And  as  fickle  as  April  weather, 
I  laid  down  without  care,  and  I  wak'd  with  repose, 

With  a  heart  as  light  as  a  feather. 

With  a  heart,  &c 

I  work'd  with  the  girls,  and  I  play'd  with  the  men, 
I  always  was  romping  or  spinning, 


(       35       ) 

And  what  if  they  pilfer^  I  kiss  now  and  then, 
I  hope  'twas  not  very  great  sinning. 

I  hope,  kc. 

I  wedded  a  husband  as  young  as  myself, 

And  for  every  frolic  as  willing, 
Together  we  laugh'd  when  we  had  any  pelf, 

And  we  laugh'd^-hen  wc  had  not  a  shilling-. 

And  we,  &.c. 

He's  gone  to  the  wars,  Heav'n  send  him  a  prize, 
For  his  pains  he  is  welcome  to  spend  it, 

My  example  I  know  is  more  merry  than  wise, 
Lord  help  me,  I  never  shall  mend  it. 

Lord  help,  &c. 


SONG....77ur  dusty  Miller. 

HEY,  the  dusty  miller 

And  his  dusty  coa', 
He  will  win  a  shilling 

Or  he'll  spend  a  groat. 

Dusty  was  the  coat* 

Dusty  was  to  colour, 
Dusty  was  the  k 

That  I  got  frae  the  miller. 

Hey,  the  dusty  miller, 

And  his  dusty  sack 
Leeze  me  on  the  calling 

Fills  the  dusty  peck : 

Fills  the  dusty  peck, 
Brings  the  dusty  siller ; 

I  wad  gie  my  coattie 
For  the  dusty  miller 


(      36      ) 
SON G....The  Miller's  Wedding. 

LEAVE,  neighbours,  your  work,  and  to  sport  and  t« 

play  ; 
Let  the  tabor  strike  up,  and  the  village  be  gay, 

Let  tbp  tabor,  &c. 
N'  day  through  the  year  shall  more  cheerful  be  seen, 
for  Ralph  of  the  mill  marries  Sue  oftthe  green 

w  For  Ralph,  &*. 

CflORUS? 

J  love  Sue,  and  Sue  loves  me, 

And  while  the  wind  blows, 
And  while  the  mill  goes, 

Who'll  be  so  happy,  so  happy  as  we  ? 

Let  lords    and  fine    folks,   who    for   wealth  take    a 

bride, 
Be  marry'd  to-day,  and  to-morrow  be  cloy'd  ; 
My  body  is  stout,  and  my  heart  is  as  sound, 
And  my  love,    like   my    courage,    will    never   give 

ground. 

I  love  Sue,  &e. 

Let  ladies  of  fashion  the  best  jointures  wed, 
A.nd  prudently  take  the  best  bidders  to  bed ; 
Such  signing  and  sealing's  no  part  of  our  bliss,      . 
\Ve  settle  our  hearts,  and  seal  with  a  kiss. 

I  love  Sue,  &e. 
Though    Ralph    is    not    courtly,    nor  one    of    your 

beaus, 
$f  or  bounces,  nor  flutters,  nor  wears  your  fine  clothes, 
In  nothing  he'll  follow  from  folks  of  high  life, 
Nor  ne'er  turn  his  back  on  his  friend  or  his  wife. 

I  love  Sue,  &c. 

While  thus  I  am  able  to  work  at  my  mill, 

While  thus  thou  art  kind,    and  thy  tongue  but  lies 

still, 
Our  joys  shall  continue  and  ever  be  new, 
And  none  be  so  happy  as  Ralph  and  his  Sue. 

I  love  Sue,  &c. 


^ 


SONG...  JW>  trim  built  K 

t  HEN  farewell,  my  trim  built  wherry, 
Oars,  and  coat,  and  badge  farewcl  \ 

Never  more  at  Chelsea  terry 
Shall  your  Thomas  take  a  spell. 

But  to  hope  and  peace  a  stranger, 

In  the  battle's  heat  I  go  ; 
Where  exposed  Ho  every  danger, 

Some  friendly  ball  shall  lay  me  low. 

Then,  mayhap,  when  homeward  steering, 
With  the  news  my  messmates  come  : 

Xven  you,  my  story  hearing, 
With  a  sigh  m&y  cry  poor  Tom  ! 


SONG.  ...Tulloch  cor  um. 
Written  by  a  Clergyman  at  Abcn  \ 
FIDDLERS,  your  pins  in  temper  fix, 
And  resin  weel  your  ftddle -sticks, 
But  banish  vile  Italian  tricks 

Frae  out  your  quorum, 
Nor  tortbr  wi*  pianos  mix, 

S  TULLOCHCORUM. 

R.  FfcilGUMOX. 

Come  gie's  a  sang  the  lady  cry'd, 

And  lay  your  disputes  all  aside,        9 
"What  signifies't  for  folks  to  chide, 

For  what's  been  done  before  them  ? 
Let  Whig  and  Tory  all  agree, 
Whig  and  Tory,  Whig  and  Tory, 
Let  Whig  and  Tory  all  agree, 

To  drop  their  whigmegorum. 
Let  Whig  and  Tory  all  agree, 
To  spend  this  night  with  mirth  and  glee, 
And  cheerfu'  sing  alang  wi*  roe, 

Tht  reel  of  Tuilocbgorum. 

b 


C      38      ) 

Tullochgor inn's  my  delight, 
It  gars  us  a'  in  ane  unite, 
And  ony  sumph  that  keeps  up  spite, 

In  conscience  I  abhor  him, 
Blithe  and  merry  we's  be  a' 
.Blithe  and  merry,  blithe  and  merry, 
Blithe  and  merry  we's  be  a' 

To  make  a  cheerfu'  quorum. 
Blithe  and  merry  we's  be  a* 
As  lang's  we  hae  a  breath  to  draw, 
And  dance,  till  we  be  like  to  fa' 

The  reel  of  Tullochgorum. 

There  needs  no9  be  so  great  a  phrase 
Wi'  dringing  dull  Italian  lays, 
I  wadna  gie  our  ain  Strathspeys 

For  half  a  hundred  score  o'em. 
They're  douff  and  dowie  at  the  best, 
DoufT  and  dowie,  douff* and  dowie, 
They're  douff  and  dowie  at  the  best, 

Wi'  a'  their  variorum. 
They're  douff  and  dowie  at  the  best, 
Their  allegros  an  a  the  rest, 
They  canna  please  a  Highland  taste,  ' 

Compar'd  wi'  Tullochgorum. 

Let  worldly  minds  themselves  oppress 
Wi'  fear  of  want,  and  double  cess, 
And  6*illy  sauls  themselves  distress 

Wi5  keeping  up  decorum. 
Shall  we  sae  sour  and  sulky  sit, 
Sour  and  sulky,  sour  and  sulky, 
Shall  we  sae  sour  and  sulky  sit, 

Like  auld  philosophorum  ? 
Shall  we  sae  sour  and  sulky  sit, 
Wi'  neither  sense,  nor  mirth,  nor  wit. 
And  canna  rise  to  shake  a  fit, 

At  the  reel  of  Tullochgorum. 

May  choicest  blessings  still  attend 
Each  honest-hearted  open  friend, 


(      59      ) 

And  calm  and  quiet  be  his  end, 

cace  and  plenty  be  hi 
I'eace  and  plenty,  peace  and  pif  i 
peace  and  plenty  be  hi^  lot, 
And  dainties  a  great  store  oVm 
aid  plenty  be  his  lot, 
iin'd  by  any  vicious  blot  ! 
And  may  he  never  want  a  gro*t 
•':>  fond  of  Tuilochgorum. 

But  for  the  discontented  fool, 
Who  wants  to  be  oppressions  tool, 

envy  gnaw  his  rotten  soul, 
And  blackest  fiends  devour  him ! 

dole  and  sorrow  be  his  chance, 
Dole  and  sorrow,  dole  and  sorrow, 
May  dole  and  sorrow  be  his  chance, 

And  honest  souls  abhor  him  ! 
May  dole  and  sorrow  be  his  chance, 
And  a'  the  ills  that  come  frae  France, 
Whae'er  he  be  that  winna  dance 

The  reel  of  Tullochgorum  ! 

SONG... Silent  Lo\c 

A  LOVER,  often,  has  been  bless'd 
Witt)  a  soft  hand  in  secret  press'd, 
Or  with  a  glance,  or  with  a  sigh, 
Or  with  some  other  foolery, 

Of  silent  love. 

And  should  the  nymph,  with  roseate  charms, 
Glide,  through  night's  darkness,  to  his  arms, 
Nestling  there,  while  scandal  sleeps, 
Sweet  are  the  joys,  'till  day-light  peeps, 

Of  silent  love 

But  bitter  are  the  lover's  woes 

When  love  no  symptom  dares  disclose  \ 


(      43      ) 

When  to  the  fair,  who  fires  his  breast, 
Not  e'en  a  look  must  be  express'd, 

Of  silent  love  .-- 

Then  stolen  pangs  his  sleep  destroy. 
And  wring*  him  like  the  Spartan  boy, 
"Who  never  would  his  theft  impart, 
But  cloak' d  it  till  it  gnawed  his  heart, 

LiKt  silent  love. 


SONG....£//z<t. 

THE  shadows  of  eve  'gan  to  Meal  o'er  the  plain, 

To  Eliza  my  heart  I  confessM  ; 
Love  sanction'd  the  moment,  she  smil'd  on  iny'ptffc, 

On  her  lips  a  sofc  kiss  I  impress'd  ; 
I  6a w  her  warm  cheek  like  heaven's  canopy  glow, 

When  Aurora  empurples  the  morn, 
She  loves  me  !  Oh,  heaven,  let  me  never  forego 

The  faith  on  her  lips  I  have  sworn. 

This  bosom  tho'  fervid  with  youth  and  with  health, 

In  all  else  shall  persuasion  control, 
Bid  one  fly  from  the  charms  of  ambition  and  wealth, 

Or  the  joys  of  the  bright  sparkling  bowl ; 
But  Eliza  !  dear  maid!  till  in  earth  I'm  laid  low, 

In  my  heart  shall  her  image  be  borne, 
While  she  loves  me,  by  heaven  !  I  will  never  forego, 

The  faith  on  her  lips  I  have  sworn. 


OH  hast  thou  e'er  seen  the  first  star  of  the  night, 
Stealing  o'er   heavVs  blue  ether  its  mild  beaming 

light ; 
Oh  then  thou  hast  seen  such  a  soft  lambent  fire, 
As  piayg  in  the  eyes  «f  gweet  Mary  O'Dwyer. 


(       41      ) 

Oh  hast  thou  e'er  view'd,  glowing  through  the  I 
gem, 

drop... .a  rose-bud,  just  torn  from  the  stem, 
wecter  the  perfume... .the  blush  is  still  higher, 
That  lives  on  the  fresh  lip  of  Mary  O'Dwyer. 

Oh  !   if  the  still  beauties  of  Nature  can  charm, 

hey  rapture  the  senses,  the  eold  bosom  warm, 
Can  you  find   in  these   beauties  such  soul  breathing 

fire, 
As  flash  in  each  look  of  Mary  O'Dwyer  I 

SONG....Z)ef/>  in  love. 

DEEP  in  love,  yes  !   'tis  love, 

Wakes  the  fond,  the  ceaseless  sigh  ! 

this  love  will  be  my  death... 
Sweetest  death  of  love  to  die. 

Heaven  knows  I  little  thought, 

From  such  eyes  such  ills  could  flow. 
But  who  could  gaze  as  I  have  gaz'd, 

And  not  feel  as  I  feel  now  ? 

Deep  in  love,  Sec. 

I  was  young  and  she  was  fair, 
I  was  fond,  and  oft  she  sung 

,  whilst  I,  oh  simple  boy  ! 
O'er  song  and  songstress  raptur'd  hung. 

Deep  in  love,  &c, 
1  was  sad  and  then  she  sigh'd, 

I  grew  timid,  then  she  smil'd,.... 
I  sued  for  pity,  she  gave  more, 

And  thus  my  boyish  heart  beguilM. 

Deep  in  love,  \ 

Sleeping,  waking,  'tis  the  same, 

dreams,  my  thoughts,  will  only  give 
The  form  of  her  for  whom  I  die, 
Of  her  for  whom  alone  I  live. 

Deep  in  love,  5cc. 
D    2 


'C     **     1 

&6ttG..»Ok*hould  Ifiyfrom  the  wtH  fov*  iv  M£ 

OH  should  I  fly  from  the  world  love  to  thee, 

Would  solitude  render  in e  dearer  ? 
Would  our  flight  from  the  world  draw  thee  closer  U 
me, 
Or  render  thy  passion  sincerer. 
Would  the  heart  thou  hast  touch'd  more  tumultuous 
\y  beat, 
Than  when  its  wild  pulse  fear'd  detection  ; 
Would    the    bliss    unrest rain'd  be   more  poignant!? 
sweet 
Than  the  bliss  snatch'd  by  timid  affection. 

Tho'  silence  and  solitude  breathed  all  around, 

And  each  cold  law  of  prudence  was  banished, 
Though  each  wish  of  the   heart   and  the  fancy  was 
crown'd, 

We  should  sigh  for  those  hours  that  are  vanish'd  : 
When  in  secret  we  sufTer'd,  in  secret  were  blest, 

Lest  the  many  should  censure  our  union, 
And  an  age  of  restraint  when  oppos'd  and  opprest, 

Was  repaid  by  a  moment's  communion. 

When  virtues  pure  tear  dew'd  each  love  kindled  beam, 

It  hallow'd  the  bliss  it  repented, 
When  a  penitent  sigh  breathM  o'er  passion's   wild 
dream, 

It  absolv'd  half  the  fault  it  lamented  ; 
And  so  thrillingly  sweet  was  each  pleasure  we  stole, 

In  spite  of  each  prudent  restriction, 
When  the  soul  unrestricted  sought  its  warm  kindred 
soul, 

And  we  laugh'd  at  the  world's  interdiction. 

Then  fly,  oh,  my  love  !  to  the  world  back  with  me, 

Since  the  bliss  it  denies  it  enhances. 
Since  dearest  the  transient  delight  shar'd  with  thee, 

Which  is  watth'd  from  the  world's  prying  glances. 


(    «   J 

talk  thus  of  death  till  the  wirm  thrill  of  lovr, 
From  each  languid  breast  is  retreating", 
Then  may  the  lite  pulse  of  each  heart  cease  to  more, 
Where  love's  vital  throb  has  ceas'd  beating. 

SONG....When  the  tmilet. 

WHEN  she  smiles  oh  I  think  of  the  hcav*ns  warm  ray, 

As  it  bids  drooping  nature  arise, 
For  I  feel  in  my  heart  that  the  sun  of  my  day. 

Is  the  lustre  that  beams  from  her  eyes, 

When  she  smiles 

If  the  frowns  of  caprice  cloud  the  brow  of  my  love, 
When  implor'd  my  warm  wishes  to  crown, 

I  may  swear  from  the  fickle  inconstant  to  rove, 
But  alas  1  I  ne'er  think  of  that  frown, 

When  she  smiles. 

Is  the  loud  tempest  hush'd,  when  the  sun  gilds  th* 
main, 
Its  bright  bosom  how  gently  it  heaves ; 
So  the  storm  in  my  breast  ...O  the  eye  of  my  Jane, 
But  the  high  swell  of  extasy  leaves, 

When  she  smiles. 


SONG....JFA*n  the  vcefx. 
WHEN  she  weeps  ami  averting  her  mild  azure  eyei. 
How  my  heart  throbs  with  hope,  and  my  breast  heave* 

with  sighs, 
Yes  with  hope  the  soft  dew  drops  of  pity  I  see, 
May  fall  from  a  tender  compassion  for  me 

When  she  weep* 

Perhaps  (her  soul  touchM  with  a  sense  of  my  woe) 
She  may  wish  something  more  than  a  tear  to  bestow., 
Bir  the  strong  power  of  penur^  chaining  my  will, 
!  command  my  heart's  fondest  deiire  to  be  still 

When  sho  weeps. 


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Thus  poverty  chilling  affection's  fond  glow, 
Tho'  the  heart  warmly  pleads....honour ■firmly  says  no, 
I  must   fly  then. ...But  ah  !  should  it  cost  her  one  tear, 
May  comfort  and  sympathy  ever  be  near 

When  she  weeps; 

SONG. 

SAID  a  Smile  to  a  Tear, 

On  the  cheek  of  my  dear, 
And  beam'd  like  the  sun  in  spring  weather, 

In  soothe,  lovely  Tear, 

It  strange  must  appear, 
That  we  should  be  both  here  together. 

I  came  from  the  heart : 

A  soft  balm  to  impart, 
To  yonder  sad  daughter  of  grief, 

And  I,  said  the  Smile, 

That  heart  now  beguile, 
Since  you  gave  the  poor  mourner  relief, 

Oh  !  then,  said  the  Tear, 

Sweet  Smile,  it  is  clear, 
We  are  twins,  and  soft  Pity  our  mother, 

And  how  lovely  that  face 

Which  together  we  grace, 
For  the  woe  and  the  bliss  of  another. 

SON"G....S7r  Jeremy  Scaite. 
MAMA's  left  off  business  and  I've  sunk  the  shop  ; 
So  my  old  trade  acquaintance  I  think  I  shall  drop  : 
Sam  Souchong  the  Grocer,  Bill  Buiscuit  the  Baker, 
Tommy  Tit  the  Taylor,  and  Miss  Stitch  the  Mantua- 
maker, 
Peter  Puff  the  Perfumer,  Frank  Pelt  the  Hatter, 
And  Sally  Score  the  Bar-maid  at  the  Pewter  PJatter, 
Miss  Minikin  the  Milliner,  the  pride  of  city  belles, 
And   funny  Joe    Grimaldi,  the    Clown   of  Saddlers 
Wells, 

adclte,  nadlelbl,  fcc 


(      45      ) 

All  the  people  direct  *S>;uirey  to  me-  when  they  write, 
£nd  mam*  talks  of  having"  me  made  barrow-knight, 
Sir  Jeremy  Scaite  !  O,  'twill  sound  monstrous  pretty, 
And    I'll  drive  my  bar-rouch,  dashing,  splashing  thro* 

the  city  ; 
I'm  a  high  dog  : — for  a  frolic,  I  and  a  dozen, 
At   the  tavern,  plump  behind  the  fire  popp'd  the  land- 
lord's cousin  ; 
The  landlord  cried  out, N  Gentlemen,  my  cousin  would 

you  kill  >•' 
Says  I,  ««  O,  dent  your  cousin,  you  can  charge  him  in 
the  bill.1' 

Ti  tiddle,  liddle  lol,  &c. 

SONG....  77k  Willa*. 
OH  !  take  me  to  your  arms,  love,  for  keen  the  wind 

doth  blow : 
Oh !  take   me  to  your  arms,  love,   for  bitter  is  my 

woe. 
She  hears   me  not,  she  cares  not,  nor  will  she  list  t* 

me, 
While  here  I   lie,  alone  to  die,  beneath  the  willow 

tree  ? 

My  love   has  wealth  and  beauty,  the  rich  attend  the 

door  ; 
My  love   ha*  wealth  and  beauty,    and  I   alas  !    am 

poor. 
The  ribband  fair  that  bound  her  hair,  is  all  that's  left 

to  me, 
While  here   I   lie,  alone   to  die,  beneath  the  willow 

tree! 

I  once  had  gold  and  silver,  and  I  thought  'em  without 

end; 
I   once   had   gold   and  silver,   and  I  thought  I  had  a 

friend  ; 
My  wealth  is  lost,  my  friend  is  false,  my  love  he  stole 

from  me  ; 
And  here  1  lie,  alone  to  die,  beneath  the  willow  trte  ! 


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£ONG...  .Summer. 

YE  feather'd  songsters  of  the  vale, 
Who  chirrup  sweetly  thro'  each  dale. 
Now  your  little  throats  tune  high, 
Till  they  reach  the  azure  sky, 
And  the  grottos  all  rebound, 
With  the  charming  cheerful  sound, 
Perch'd  upon  the  blossoming  spray, 
Now  salute  the  summer  gay. 

Bleating  flocks  and  echoing  mountains, 
Verdant  meads  and  chrystal  fountains, 
Mossy  banks  and  bubbling  rills, 
Limpid  streams  and  flow'ry. hills. 

Ev'ry  shrub  its  sweetness  sheds  ; 
Flow'rs  now  lift  their  lovely  heads, 
And  bright  Sol's  respiended  ray, 
Now  proclaims  the  summer  gay. 


SONG....  The  first  of  May. 

COME  hither,  my  lads,  and  ye  lasses  around, 

And  let  us  be  merry  to-day, 
With  foot  lighr  as  air  we  will  trip  o'er  the  ground, 
For  this  is  the  first  of  May. 
Then  foot  it  and  trip  it,  and  trip  it  and  foot  it, 
For  this  is  our  holiday. 

Since  we  are  all  met  in  the  midst  of  our  prime, 

And  life  is  at  best  but  a  span, 
Let's  frolic,  and  now  make  the  most  of  our  time, 

And  pass  it  as  blithe  as  we  can. 

Then  foot  it,  &c. 

Ye  pipers,  come  forth,  and  ye  dancers,  attend, 

For  we  are  rcsolv'd  to  be  gay, 
Who  tb  warts  our  intentions  \  hold  him  no  friend, 

For  this  is  the  first  of  May. 

Then  foot  it,  Sx. 


WHEN  young  Strephon  camo  to  uj  , 
•  trinh  did  sue  ii. 
-    11  he  dul  pursue  me, 
And  the  swa  n  I  iik\l  full 
tot  love  said  he  he  slighted, 
I  should  ho  requited. 
C  :;i  you  let  iiiv  hopes  be  blighu 
Law,  says  I,  I  cannot  tell. 

Then  my  hand  with  rapture  seizing, 
Dearest  gfrl,  cried  he,  so  pleasing, 
Be  no  longer  cold  and  teasing-, 
And  no  more  my  love  repel  ! 
Will  you  ne'er  your  heart  surrender 
I  o  a  youth  so  fond  and  tender  ? 
Since,  cried  I,  I'm  no  pretender 
To  rash  vows, — I  cannot  tell. 

Still  he  would  not  be  dissuaded, 
Though  to  answer  I  evaded, 
And  my  peace  I  found  invaded, 

So  resolv'd,  whate'er  befel, 
Hymen  to  obey  resolving, 
Now  the  case  no  more  revolving, 
How  'twill  end  I  cannot  tell. 


SONG.  ...Amyntor. 

WIT  AT  tho'  the  blooming,  genial  year 
In  all  its  beauteous  pomp  appear  : 
Whattho'each  blushing  border  rise, 
And  primrose  with  the  vi'let  vies, 
Tho'  gav  £reen  mantles  shade  the  trees 
"Without  Amyntor  what  are  these  ? 

What  tho'  the  cuckoo,  from  the  grove, 
Proclaims  the  spring  the  time  of  love  , 
What  tho'  the  thrilling  lark  ascend, 
And  makes  each  rural  ear  his  fi 


c    43    ) 

The  thrush  and  blackbird  strive  topless 
Without  Amyntor  what  are  these  ? 

The  shepherds  each  in  tender  tale* 
Protest  me  fairest  of  the  vale  ; 
What  tho'  in  youthful  homage  drest, 
Deceit  may  lurk  t'invade  my  breast, 
No  other  swain  my  mind  shall  tease, 
Without  Amyntor  what  can  please  ? 


SONG....  The  girl  of  my  heart. 

1  HAVE  parks,  I  have  grounds, 
I  have  deer,  I  have  hounds. 

And  for  sporting  a  neat  little  cottage  ! 
I  have  youth,  I  have  wealth, 
I  have  strength,  I  have  health. 

Yet  I  mope  like  a  beau  in  his  dotage. 

What  can  I  want  ? — 'Tis  the  girl  of  my  heart* 
To  share  those  treasures  with  me. 

For  had  I  the  wealth  which  the  Indies  impart 
No  pleasure  would  it  give  me, 
Without  the  lovely  girl  of  my  heart, 

The  sweet,  lovely  girl  of  my  heart. 

For  had  1  the  wealth,  &c 

My  domain  far  extends, 
And  sustains  social  friends, 

Who  make  music  divinely  enchanting ; 
We  have  balls,  we  have  plays, 
We  have  routs,  public  days, 

And  yet  still  I  find  something  is  wanting  • 
What  should  it  be,  but  the  girl  of  my  heart, 

To  share  those  treasures  with  me ; 
And  had  I  the  wealth  which  the  Indies  impar*, 
No  pleasure  would  it  give  me. 
Without  the  lovely  girl  of  my  heart. 
Then  give  me  the  girl  of  my  heart, 
The  sweet  lovely  girl  of  my  heart, 


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For  what  is  the  wealth  that  the  Indies  iffi] 
Compar'd  to  the  f^irl  of  my  heart  ; 
Then  give  me  the  girl  of  my  heart. 

SONG.... Faithless  Emma. 
I  WANDER'D  once,  at  break  of  day, 
While  yet  upon  the  sunless  sea. 
In  wanton  sighs  the  breeze  delay'd, 
And  o'er  the  wavy  surface  play'd  : 
Then  first  the  fairest  face  I  knew, 
First  lov'd  the  eye  of  softest  blue, 
And  ventur'd  fearful   first  to  sip 
The  sweets  that  hung  upon  the  lip 

Of  faithless  Erama, 

So  mix'd  the  rose  and  lilly's  white, 

That  nature  seem'd  uncertain  quite, 

To  deck  her  cheek   what  flower  she  chose, 

The  lilly  or  the  blushing  rose  : 

1  wish  I  ne'er  had  seen  her  eye, 

Ne'er  seen  her  cheek  of  doubtful  dye— 

And  never,  never  dar'd  to  sip 

The  sweets  that  hung  upon  the  lip 

Of  faithless  Emma. 

For  though  from  rosy  dawn  of  day, 
I  rove  along  and  anxious  stray, 
'Till  night  with  curtain   dark  descend, 
And  day  no  more  its  gleam ings  lend  ; 
Yet  still  like  hers  no  cheek  I  find, 

Like  hers  no  eyes save  in  her  mind, 

Where  still  I  fancy  that  I  sip 
The  sweets  that  hung  upon  the  lip 

Of  faithless  Emma. 


SONG.... TV*,  Yes,  I  remember  v:ell  the  hour. 
\'£S,  yes,  I  remember  well  the  hour, 
When  6rst  from  these  dear  bank?  yon  stray'd, 

E 


(       &       ) 

When  you  from  every  fragrant  flow'r. 

For  my  sad  brow  a  garland  made. 
And  I  remember  well  the  tear, 
Which  did  thy  sacred  gift  endear ; 
Too  soon  that  parting  hour  appeared 

Too  soon  my  lovely  wreath  decay'd. 
Fled  was  each  grace  thy  gift  endearM  ; 

But  love  like  thine  shall  never  fade, 

No-no-no-no-no-no,  shall  never  fade. 

SOTSG....Beautiful  Maid. 

WHEN  absent  from  her,  my  soul  hold>  most  dear 

What  medley  of  passions  invade  ? 
In  this  bosom  what  anguish,  what  hope,  and   what 
fear, 

I  endure  for  my  beautiful  maid.- 

In  vain  I   seek  pleasure  to  lighten  my  grief, 

i$S)r  quit  the  gay  throng  for  the  shade  ; 
Nor  retirement,  nor  solitude  yield  me  relief, 
When  away  from  my  beautiful  maid. 

SONG....OA  wander  no  more  from  me,  my  love* 
OH  wander  no  more  from  me,  my  love, 

Oh  wander  no  more  from  roe  ! 
The  sweet  delights  of  love  to  prove,. 

Oh  wander  no  more  from  me. 

The  woodbine's  shady  twining  bowers, 
The  op'ning  banks  of  blushing  flowers, 
All  speak  ray  mind  to  thee,  my  kr*c 
Then  kindly  smile, 
The  hours  beguile, 
And  wander  no  more  from  me. 
Thus  sung  young  Edward  bold  an;! 

As  toying  on  a  summer's  day 
Sweet  Anna's  soul  to  move. 
Ah  me  she  cried, 
And  yet  he  sighed, 
Ob  witlcterne  more  FrcpSi  me 


tuneful  bird  from  freedom  torn, 
silent  throat  and  crest  forlorn,  ■ 
ich   reUirn  of  glowing  day; 
Tho'  wires  of  gold  Jts  wings   confine, 
And  round  enticing-  splendours  shine  ; 

Ah   still  content  is   far  away. 
Let  generous  hands  unclose  the  gate, 
Again,  with  song  and  crest  elate, 
Aloft  the  merry  warbler  flies  ; 
And  as  thro'  yielding  air  it  soars, 
New  strains  of  grateful  rapture  pours 
A  hymn  to  freedom  and  the  skies. 


SONG....7Vic  season  of  love. 

WHEN  the  snow-drop  and  crocus  first  look  fbr^e 
Springs 
And  peach -trees  and  hawthorns  all  bloom, 
\Mids'    nature's  young   foliage   when   mocking-birds 
sing, 
And  fields  all  their  beauties  assume  ; 

tip  first  blush  of  Spring,  until  Spring  shall  re- 
move, 
With  my  x\nna  and  me  'tis  the  season  cf  love. 

When  by  Flora  made  gay,  early  s'immer  invites, 

And  the  frui-s  of  Pomona  unfold  ; 
From  the  chariot  of  Phoebus  when  Cerea  alights, 

And  turns  Earth's  green   mantle   »o  gold  : 
Whde  with  mortals  she  stays,        -*  when  call'd  home 

by  Jove, 
With  my  Anna  and    me  'tis  the  season  of  love. 

When    the    spider's    fine    web    is    espos'd    by    the 
dew, 
ClorlTd  in  russet  by  Autumn  the  trees  ; 


When  the  Fairies  by  moon-light  bring  mushrooms  to 

view, 
And  the  buckwheat's  weigh'd  clown  by  the  bees  : 
From   Autumn's  first  dews  till  the  leaves  leave  the 

grove, 
With  my  Anna  and  me  tis  the  season  oflove. 

When  the  chili  breath  of  Winter  congeals  the  smooth 
lakes, 
And  the  sun  just  peeps  over  the  woods  ; 
When  the    snow   bends    the    boughs   into    fantastic 
shapes, 
And  cars  slide  on  the  face  of  the  floods  : 
Though  the  earth's    bound  by  frost,  and  snows  fall 

from  above, 
Still  with  Anna  and  me  tis  the  season  of  love. 

sTis  love  that  to  Spring  half  her  pleasure  imparts, 
That  gives  mildness  to  Midsummer's  glow : 

When  Autumn  declines  it  still  grows  in  our  hearts, 
And  flourishes  all  Winter  through. 

Neither  Winter  nor  Summer,  nor  Autumn  nor  Spring, 

Without  love  and  my  Anna,  can  happiness  bring. 

SONG....77ie  twin  Rases. 

ON  one  parent  stalk,  two  white  roses  were  growing, 
From  the  buds  just  unfolded  and  lovely  to  view  ! 

Together  they  bioom'd,  with  the  same  sunbeam  glow- 
ing, 
And  anointed  at  night  by  the  same  balmy  dew. 

A  spoiler  beheld  the  fair  twins,  and  unsparing 
Tore  one  from  the  stalk  like  a  grey  victim  drest, 

Then  left  its  companion — his  prize  proudly  bearing, 
To  blush  for  an  hour  ere  it  died  on  his  breast. 

But  ah  !  for  the  widow'd  one — shivell'd  and  yellow, 
Its  sleek  silver  leaves  lost  their  delicate  hue  ; 

It  sicken'd  in  thought — pin'd  to  death  for  its  fellow, 
Rejected  the  sun-beam,  and  shrunk  from  the  dew 


n 


Then  where,  ruthless  spoiler!  ab,  where  is  t  i  j  \  ( 
Two  flow'rs  Strewn  in  dust,    that    might    sv 
have  bloom'd, 

A  tomb  is  the  record  which  tells  thy  proud  story, 
Where  beauty  and  love  are  untimely  consumed. 


SOXG....T7;e  Flowing  Canvas. 

THE  flowing  canvass  caught  the  breeze, 

The  ship  flew  through  the  sea, 
But  nought,  Maria,  could  avail 
To  take  my  thoughts  from  thee. 

know  from  love,  my  charming  maid, 
I  ev'ry  pain  endure, 
add  you  alone,  the  wound  have  made, 
Add  you  alone  can  cure. 

And  you,  alone,  Lc. 

'  iouci  contended  billows  sweep, 

silver'd  waves  arise  ; 
ship  now  plunges  in  the  deep, 
And  now  assails  the  skie3  : 
But  greater  are  the  storms  by  far, 
That  in  my  bosom  roll, 

-  evVy  ronflict  struggles  there, 
Ai  i  my  soul. 

Love's  ev'ry  coiifiic 

»  Thy  form,  my  mind,  my  passion  holds, 
No  swain  ere  lovM  more  true, 
parted  dist.mt  as  the  poles, 
My  heart  is  sr ill  with  you. 
In  pity  then  return  my  love, 
^  Nor  from  my  wishes 

r  if  you  smile,  twill  heaven  prove, 
vr>.  I  die. 


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SONG.^.Tke  sailor's  adieu. 

WHENCE  comes  this  keen  this  cutting  smart  ? 
Why  doth  the  tear  unbidden  start  ? 
Why  beats  ray  sad  and  sinking  heart — 

Thus  heavily  ? 
Eliza — 'tis  because  I  part — 

My  life  !  from  thee. 
Tost  on  the  rude  and  foaming1  wave, 
O'er  which  the  howling  tempests  rave, 
In  distant  climes  I  go  to  brave 

The  furious  sea — ! 
My  doom — perhaps — a  watery  grave, 

Far,  far  from  thee  I 

Yet  not  the  angry  ocean's  roar, 

Nor  rocks  that  skirt  the  fatal  shore — 

All  stain'd  with  shipwreck'd  seamen's  gore, 

Could  make  me  fear ! 
No,  Vis  thy  loss  !  I  now  deplore 

With  briny  tear. 

Oh  !  say,  then,  all  on  earth  I  prize  ! 
Wilt  thou  my  absence  mourn  with  sighs  ; 
And  heaven  invoke,  with  up-lift  eyes, 

To  speed  my  way  I 
Wilt  thou  ?  But  see  the  signal  (lies  t 

I  must  not  stay. 

By  storms  that  sweep  the  deep  abyss— * 
By  plighted  vows — by  all  our  bliss — 
By  this  embrace — and  this — and  this — 

Dear  maid !  be  true  ? 
Remember  love's  last  parting  kiss  * 

Adieu !  Adieu ! 


SONG....^7b  ony  deary  no. 

WHILE  I  fold  in  my  arms,  the  dear  girt  of  my  heart, 
And  wipe  those  soft  tears  that  silently  flow  ; 


<y  !   i  y  love,  but  I  feel  UiUl  to  pari, 

Can  those  teai-j  be  forgot  ? — No  my  l«>\c,  no. 

mc  from  home  ; 
!  nil  pleasure  forego  ; 
"My  i.  lear  g  d,  from  thee  never  shall  roam, 

Nor  will  I  forget  thee — No  my  love,  no. 

These  dear  little  pledges  of  conjugal  love 

Will  keep  in  remembrance  thy  sorrow  and  woe, 
To  ease  thy  sad  mind,  scrk  aid  from  above, 
You'll  not  be  forgotten — No  my  love,  no. 

Soon  shall  I  return  with  a  heart  warm  and  kind, 
more  then  to  part,  nor  tears  more  to  flow, 
With  rapture,  delight  in  thy  true  virtuous  mini, 
And  never  more  leave  thee — No  my  dear,  no, 


SONG....7Vitf  MUchievous  Bte. 

LITTLE   Cupid  one  day  o'er  a  myrtle  bough  strayed, 
And  among*  the  sweet  blossoms  he  wantonly  play'd, 
Plucking  many  a  leaf  from  the  buds  of  the  tree, 
He  feit  that  his  finger  was  stung  by  a  bee  ; 
Little  Cupid  then  whimper'd  he  sob'd  and  he  sigh'd 
Then  ran  to  his  mother  and  pettishly  cried, 
Oh  !  Venus  dear  mother,  I'm  wounded  you  see, 
And  ask  for  revenge  on  the  mischievous  bee. 

Kis  mother  then  laugh'd  at  the  story  he  told, 

On  his  forehead  of  snow,   strok'd  his  ringlets  of  gold, 

Now  when  you  wound  another  my  lad,  answer'd  she, 

Ere  your  arrows  are  pointed,  you'll  think  on  the  bee, 

A  lesson  of  love  let  the  story  impart  : 

When  the  beam  of  the  eye  lights  the  flame  of  the 

heart, 
Ye  fair  ones  remember,  while  yet  you  are  free, 
The  rose  holds  the  thorn,  and  the  myrtle  the  bee. 


(    d£    ) 

SO}*G....I  have  a  hart, 

Ibave  a  heart,  a  little  heart 

That  thpohs  for  I  know  who, 
Yet  this  can  say,  and  mind  me  pray, 
It  is  not  you,  nor  you. 
No-no-no-no-no-no-no,  I  tell  you  so, 
No-no-no,  &c. 
5Tis  no  one  here  sincerely, 

And  yet  I  sigh,  and  all  for  why, 
Because  I  love  him  dearly. 

And  yet  I  sigh,  &c. 

I  have  a  heart,  a  little  heart, 

But  not  I  fear  my  own, 
?Twas  mine,  but  now  'tis  his  I  vow, 

But  who,  shall  not  be  known. 

No-no-no,  &c. 

I  have  a  heart,  a  little  heart, 
That's  tender,  warm  and  true, 

Yet  this  can  say,  and  mind  me  pray* 
It  throbs,  but  not  for  you. 

No-no-no,  &c 

SONG..../><w*  thee,  Eliza,  I  must  ^ 

FROM  thee,  Eliza,  I  must  go, 

And  from  my  native  shore, 
The  cruel  fates  between  us  throw, 

A  boundless  ocean's  roar : 
But  boundless  ocean,  roaring  wide 

Between  my  love  and  me, 
They  never,  never  can  divide 

My  heart  and  soul  from  thee 

Farewel,  farewell,  Eliza  dear, 

The  maid  that  I  adore  ! 
A  boding  voice  is  in  mine  ear. 

We  T>art  t«  meet  no  more  ! 


(       59      ) 

1st  echo,  echo,  whilst  echo, 
Rep  >ft  strain, 

Whilst  echo,  echo,  whilst  echo, 
Repeats  tl  tin. 

r  the  accertvs  of  love, 
ith'd  forth  from  the  bosom  sincere, 
Winch  Virtue  herself,  herself  mast  approve, 

And  the  virgin  wi  h  safety,  with  safety  may  hea: 
Which  Virtue  herself  must  approve,  Sec, 

SONG... .Kate  Kearney. 
OH  have  you  not  heard  of  Kate  Kearney, 
She  lives  on  the  banks  of  Kilhrney  ; 

From  the  glance  of  her  e\e, 

Shun  danger  and  fly, 
For  fatal's  the  glance  of  Kate  Kearney. 

Her  eye  is  so  modestly  beaming, 

You'll  ne'er  think  of  mischief  she's  dreaming  • 

Yet  Oh!   I  can  tell, 

How  fatal's  the  spell, 
That  lurks  in  the  eye  of  Kate  Kearney. 

Then  should  you  e'er  meet  this  Kate  Kearney/ 
Who  lives  on  the  banks  of  Killarney  ; 

Beware  of  her  smile, 

For  many  a  wile, 
bid  in  the  eve  of  Kate  Kearney. 
Her  eye  so  bewitchingly  simple, 
Oh  there's  mischief  in  every  dimple  ; 

By  her  sigh's  spicy  gale, 

Who  e'er  dares  inhale, 
lie  by  the  breath  of  Kate  Kearney. 


SONG. ...Answer  to  Kate  Kearney. 

yes,  I  hive  seen  this  Kate  Kearney, 
:  ves  near  the  lake  of  Killarney  ; 


C       60       ) 

From  her  lore  beaming:  eye,  what  mortal  can  fy, 

Unsubdu'd  by  the  glarce  of  Kate  Kearney. 

That  eye  so  seducingly  meaning, 

Assures  me  of  mischief  she's  dreaming, 

And  I  feel  'tis  in  vain,  to  My  from  the  chain, 

That  binds  me  to  lovely  Kate  Kearney. 

At  eve,  when  I've  seen  this  Kate  Kearney, 

On  the  flower  mantled  banks  of  Killarney, 

Her  smile  would  impart,  thrilling-joy  to  my  heart, 

As  I  gaz'd  on  the  charming  Kate  Kearney. 

On  the  banks  of  Killarney  reclining, 

My  bosom  to  rapture  resigning, 

Tve  felt  the  keen  smart,  of  love's  fatal  dart, 

And  inhaled  the  warm  sigh  of  Kate  Kearney. 

SONG....G*W  of  my  heart. 

IN  the  world's  crooked  path  where  I've  been, 
There  to  share  of  life's  gloom  my  poor  part, 

The  bright  sunshine,  that  soften'd  the  scene, 
Was — a  smile  from  the  girl  of  my  heart. 

Not  a  swain,  where  the  lark  quits  her  nest, 
But  to  labour,  with  glee  will  depart, 

If  at  eve  he  expects  to  be  bless'd 

With — a  smile  from  the  girl  of  his  heart. 

Come  then  crosses  and  smiles  as  they  may? 

Let  my  mind  still  this  maxim  impart, 
That  the  comfort  of  man's  fleeting  day 

Is — a  smile  from  the  girl  of  his  heart. 


SONG....j4/one  by  the  light  of  the  mcon* 

THE  day  is  departed,  and  round  from  the  cloud 

The  moon  in  her  beauty  appears ; 
The  voice  of  the  nightingale  warbles  aloud 

The  music  of  love  in  our  Pi 


(   «    ) 

,  appear  !  now  the  season,  so  * 
While  the  beat  of  the  heart  is  in  tune, 
The  time  is  so 

Alone  by  the  light  of  the  moon. 

en  present 
I  sigh — can  a  lover  do  more  ? 

*'ne  to  the  shepherds  I  never  re 
I  think  of  her  all  the  day  o'er. 
Maria,  my  love  !  do  you  long  for  the  grove  ■ 

Do  you  sigh  for  an  interview  soon  J 
Does  e'er  a  kind  thought  run  on  me  as  you  rove 
Alone  by  the  light  of  the  moon  ? 

Your  name  from  the  shepherds  whenever  I  hear, 

My  bosom  is  all  in  a  glow  ; 
Your  voice  when  it  vibrates  so  sweet  through  my  car, 

My  heart  thrills — my  eyes  overflow. 
Ye  pow'rs  of  the  sky!  will  your  bounty  divine 

Indulge  a  fond  lover  his  boon  ? 
Shall  heart  spring  to  heart,  and  Maria  be  mine, 

Alone  bv  the  li^ht  of  the  moon. 


SONG. ...She  lives  in  the  valley  t 

THE  broom  bloom'd  so  fresh  and  so  fair, 

The  lambkins  were  sporting  around, 
When  I  wander'd  to  breathe  the  soft  air, 

And  by  chance  a  rich  treasure  I  found. 
A  lass  sat  beneath  a  green  shade, 

For  her  smiles  the  whole  world  I'd  forego. 
As  blooming  as  May  was  the  maid, 

And  she  live*  in  the  valley  below. 

Her  song  struck  my  ear  with  surprise, 

Her  voice  like  the  nightingale  sweet, 
But  love  took  his  seat  in  her  eyes, 

•re  beauty  and  innocence  meet. 
From  that  ■  heart  was  her  own. 

I'd  forego, 
T 


(    &   ) 

She's  beauteous  as  roses  just  blown, 
And  she  lives  in  the  valley  below. 

My  cottage  with  woodbine  o'ergrown, 

The  sweet  turtle-dove  cooing  round, 
My  fiock3  and  my  herds  are  my  own, 

My  pastures  with  hawthorn  are  bound. 
All  my  riches  I'd  lay  at  her  feet, 

If  her  heart  in  return  she'll  bestow ; 
For  no  pastime  can  cheer  my  retreat, 

While  she  live^in  the  valley  below. 

SONG..,. T/ze  wounded  Hussar. 

ALOKT1  to  the  banks  of  the  dark  rolling  Danube 

Fair  Adelaide  hied  when  the  battle  was  o'er  ; 
Oh  whither,  she  cried,   hast  thou  wander'd  my,  lover 

Or  here  dost  thou  welter,  and  bleed  on  the  shore : 
What  voice  did   I  hear  ?  twas  my  Henry  that  sigh'd, 

All  mournful  she  hasten'd,  nor  wander'd  she  far, 
When  bleeding,  and  low,  on  the  heath  she  descried, 

By  the  light  of  the  moon,  her  poor  wounded  hus- 
sar ! 

From  his  bosom  that  heav'd,    the  last  torrent    was 
streaming, 

And  pale  was  his  visage,  deep  mark'd  with  a  scar  ; 
And  dim  was  that  eye  once  expressively  beaming, 

That  melted  in  love,  and  that  kindled  in  war  ! 
How  smit  was  poor  Adelaide's  heart  at  the  sight  I 

How  bitter  she  wept  o'er  the  victim  of  war  ! 
Hast  thou  come,  my  fond  love,    this  last  sorrowful 
night, 

To  cheer  the  lone  heart  of  your  wounded  hussar ! 

Thou  sh alt  live,   she  replied,   heaven's  mercy  reliev- 
ing* 

Each  anguishing  wound  shall  forbid  me  to  mourn  ? 
Ah,  no !  the  last  pang  in  my  bosom  is  heaving ; 

No  light  of  the  mom  slrsfl  to  H^nrv  return^ 


63      ) 

life,  ever  tender  and  true  1 
that  await  me  tl 
;oc  could  nuinni! 
When    lie  sank  in  her   arms — the    po~r  wounded 

hussar ' 


SONG- ..27t -:>/*  Cottage  M 

where  can  fly  my  soul's  true  love  ? 
I  wander  this  lonely  grove; 
Sighs  and  tears  for  him  I  shed, 
Henry  is  from  Laura  fled  : 
Thy  love  to  me  thou  didst  impart, 
Thy  love  soon  won  my  virgin  heart ; 
But  dearest  Henry,  thou'st  be'tray'd 
Thy  love  with  thy  dear  cottage  maid. 

Through  the  vale  my  grief  appeal's, 
Siprhing  said  with  pearly  tei 
Dfc  th)  image  is  my  theme, 
As  I  wander  on  the  green  : 
See,  from  my  cheek  the  colour  flies, 
And  love's  sweet  hope  within  me  dies : 
For  ah  !  dear  Henry,  thou'st  bet ray 'd 
Thy  love  with  thy  dear  cottage  maid. 


SONG....7'/*  Sc 

THE  sea  was  calm,  the  sky  serene, 

And  gently  blew  the  eastern  gale, 
When  Anna,  seated  on  a  rock, 

Watch'd  the  Lovenia's  less^ing^si 
To  heaven  she  thus  her  prayer  adrlress'd, 

■  Thou  who  canst  save  or  canst  destroy 
'From  each  surrounding  danger  guard 

'  My  much  lov'd  Uttie  sailor  boy. 


(    61    J 

c  When  tempests  o'er  the  ocean  how!, 

«  And  even  sailors  shrink  with  dread, 
1  Be  some  protecting*  angel  near, 

*  To  hover  o'er  my  William's  head  : 
e  He  was  heiov'd  by  all  the  plain  ; 

•His  father's  pride,  his  mother's  joy; 
'Then  safely  to  their  arms  restore 
'  Their  much  lov'd  little  sailor  boy, 

4  May  no  rude  foe  his  course  impede, 

*  Conduct  him  safely  o'er  the  waves  ; 
'  O  may  he  never  be  compell'd 

*  To  fight  for  power  or  mix  with  slaves  i 
•  May  smiling-  peace  his  steps  attend, 

4  Each  rising  hour  be  crown 'd  with  joy ; 
'  As  blest  as  that  when  I  again 

*  Shall  meet  my  much  lov'd  sailor  boy. 


SONG....TAe  Galley  Slave. 

OH  !  think  on  my  fate,  once  I  freedom  enjoy'd, 

Was  as  happy  as  happy  could  be  ; 
But  pleasure  is  fled,  even  hope  is  destroy'd, 

A  captive,  alas  !  on  the  sea. 
I  was  ta'en  by  the  foe,  twas  the  fiat  of  fate, 

To  tear  me  from  her  I  adore : 
When  thought  brings  to  mind  my  once  happier  state, 

I  sigh — I  sigh  as  I  tug  at  the  oar. 

Hard,  hard  is  my  fate,  oh  how  galling  my  chain, 

My  life's  steer'd  by  misery's  chart, 
And  though  against  my  tyrant  I  scorn  to  complain, 

Tears  gush  forth  to  ease  my  sad  heart ; 
I  disdain  e'en  to  shrink,  though  I  feel  the  sharp  lash, 

Yet  my  heart  bleeds  for  her  I  adore  : 
While  around  me  the  merciless  billows  do  dash, 

I  sigh— I  sigh,  and  still  tug  at  the  oar. 


65 


) 


How  fortune  deceives  !   I  had  pleasure  in  (i 

The  port  where  ihe  dwelt  was  in  vi 
Uutthe  wishMnupti.il  mum  was  o'er  clouded  with  woe, 

deaf  Anna  from  you. 
Our  shallop  was  hoarded,  and  I  torn  away, 

behold  niv  dear  Anna  no  more  ; 
But  despair  wastes  my  spirits,  my  form  feels  decay; 
He  sigh'd— he  sigh'd,  and  expir'd  at  the  oar. 


SONG...  Within  a  mile  of  Edinburgh. 

\S  within  a  mile  of  Edinburgh  town, 
In  the  rosy  time  of  the  year, 
Sweet  flowers  bloom'd  and  the  grass  was  down, 
And  each  shepherd  woo'd  his  dear  : 
Bonny  Jockey,  blithe  and  gay, 
Kiss'd  sweet  Jenny  making  hay; 
The  lassie  blush'd  and  frowning  cried, 

No,  no,  it  will  not  do  ; 
I  cannot,  cannot,  wonnot,  wonnot,  mannot  buckle  to«. 

Jockey  was  a  wag  that  ne'er  would  wed, 
Though  he  long  had  followed  the  lass  ; 
Contented  she  earn'd  and  eat  her  brown  bread, 
And  merrily  turn'd  up  the  grass: 
Bonny  Jockey,  blithe  and  free. 
Won  her  heart  right  merrily, 
Vet  still  she  blush'd  and  frowning  cried, 

No,  no,  it  will  not  do  ; 
I  cannot,  cannot,  wonnot,  wonnot,  mannot  buckle  tot. 

But  when  he  vow'd  he  would  make  her  his  bride, 
Though  his  flocks  and  herds  were  not  few, 

ave  him  her  hand,  and  a  kiss  beside, 
And  vow\I  she'd  forever  prove  true  ; 
F  2 


(      CG      ) 

Bonny  Jockey  blithe  and  free, 

Won  her  heart  right  merrily, 
At  church  she  no  more  frowning  cried 

No,  no,  it  will  not  do ; 
I  cannot,  cannot,  wonnot,  wonnot,  mannot  buckle  to#. 


SONG....CVa  zy  Jane. 

WHY,  fair  maid,  in  ev'ry  feature, 

Are  such  signs  of  fear  ^express'd, 
Can  a  wand'ring,  wretched  creature, 

With  such  terror  frH  thy  breast  \ 
Do  my  frenzied  looks  alarm  thee  ? 

Trust  me,  sweet,  thy  fears  are  vain, 
Not  for  kingdoms  would  I  harm  thee, 

Shun  not  then  poor  crazy  Jane. 

Dost  thou  weep  to  see  my  anguish  I 

Mark  me  and  avoid  my  woe  ; 
When  men  flatter,  sigh  and  languish, 

Think  them  false,  I  found  them  so  : 
For  I  lov'd,  Oh  !  so  sincerely, 

None  could  ever  love  again  : 
But  the  youth  I  lov'd  so  dearly, 

Stole  the  wits  of  crazy  Jane. 

Fondly  my  young  heart  receiv'd  him, 

Doom'd  to  love  but  him  alone  : 
He  sigh'd  and  vow'd  and  I  believ'd  him, 

He  was  false  and  I  undone ; 
From  that  hour  had  reason  never 

Held  her  empire  o'er  my  brain  ; 
Henry  fled — with  him  forever, 

Fled  the  wits  of  crazy  Jane. 

ICow  forlorn  and  broken-hearted, 
And  with  frenzied  thoughts  beset, 

On  that  spot  where  last  we  parted, 
On  that  spot  where  firit  ^re  met : 


(      V      ) 

I  sing  my  love  -Ion  g  ditty, 
Still  I  lonely  pace  the  plain. 
While  each  paster  by  in  pity 
Criei— God  help  thee  crazy  Jane. 


S0NG....7A*  Orphan  Bey 

STAY,  lady — stay  for  mercy  sake, 
And  hear  a  helpless  orphan's  tale, 

Ah  sure  my  looks  must  pity  wake — 
Tis  want  that  makes  my  cheek  so  pale  ! 

Vet  I  was  once  a  mother's  pride, 
And  my  brave  father's  hope  and  joy  j 

But  in  the  Nile's  proud  fight  he  died— 
And  I  am  now  an  orphan  boy  ! 

Poor  foolish  child,  how  pleas M  was  I, 
When  news  of  Nelson's  victory  came, 

Along*  the  crowded  streets  to  fly — 
And  see  the  lighted  windows  flame ! 

To  force  me  home  my  mother  sought— 
She  could  not  bear  to  see  my  joy 

with  my  father's  life  'twas  bought— 
And  made  me  a  poor  orphan  boy  ! 

The  people's  shouts  were  long  and  loud  ; 

My  mother,  shudd'ring,  clos'd  her  ears  \ 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  still  cried  the  cro*d— - 

My  mother  answer'd  with  btr  tears  ! 

Oh,  why  do  tears  steal  down  your  cheek, 
Cried  I,  while  others  shout  with  j 

She  kiss'd  me,  and  in  accents  weak, 
She  caird  me  her  poor  orphan  boy  ! 

What  is  an  orphan  boy  ?  I  cried  ; 

When  suddenly  she  gasp'd  for  breath, 
And  her  eyes  clos'd  !  I  shriek'd  for  aid  ; 

But  ah,  ber  eyct  wcrt  clos'd  in  <Uath  ! 


(       68       ) 

2VIy  hardships  since  I  will  not  tell : 
But  now  no  more  a  parent's  joy, 

Ah,  lady,  I  have  learnt  too  well 
What  'tis  to  be  an  orphan  boy  ! 

Oh  !   were  I  by  your  bounty  fed  * 
Na\,  gentle  lady,  do  not  chide, 

Trust  me  I  mean  to  earn  my  bread — 
The  sailor's  orphan  boy  has  pride  ! 

Lady,  you  weep  ;  what  is't  you  say  ? 

You'll  give  me  clothing,  food,  employ  ! 
Look  down,  dear  parents,  look,  and  see 

Your  happy,  happy  orphan  boy 1 


SONG....TAe  Caledonian  Maid. 

SAY,  have  you  seen  my  Arrabell  ? 

The  Caledonian  maid, 
Or  heard  the  youths  of  Scotland  tell, 

Where  Arrabell  has  stray'd  ? 
The  damsel  is  of  angel  mien, 

With  sad  and  downcast  eyes  ; 
The  shepherds  call  her  sorrow's  qut  e 

So  pensively  she  sighs. 

But  why  her  sighs  so  sadly  swell. 

Or  why  her  tears  so  flow  ; 
In  vain  they  press  the  lovely  girl, 

The  innate  cause  to  know. 
E?er  reason  forrn'd  her  tender  mind, 

The  virgin  learn'd  to  love, 
Compassion  taught  her  to  be  kind, 

Deceit  she  was  above. 

And  had  not  war's  terrific  voice, 

Forbid  the  nuptial  bands, 
r".re  now,  had  Sandy  been  her  c\. c 

ftptf  Etytpejxjoi&'d  cr?  h;; 


(       69      ) 

But  since  the  sword  of  war  is  sheath1' t, 
And  peace*  res 

-equeath'd 
To  ArrubclU's  arms. 


SOXG....Gilef  Scroggins. 

GILES  Scroggins  courted  Molly  Brown, 
Fol  deriddle  lol,  fol  deriddle   lido  ! 

The  fairest  wench  in  all  the  town, 
Fol  deriddle  loi,  kc. 

He  bought  a  ring  with  posey  true 

41  If  you  Loves  I  as  I  love*  you, 

m  No  knife  can  cut  our  love  in  two  *' 
Fol  deriddle  lol,  &c. 

But  scissors  cut  as  well  as  knives, 

Fol  deriddle  lol,  &c. 
And  quite  unsartains  all  our  lives, 

Fol  deriddle  lol,  &c. 
The  day  they  were  to  have  been  wed, 
Fate's  scissors  cut  poor  Giles's  thread, 
So  they  could  not  be  mar-ri-ed. 

Fol  deriddle  lol,  &.C. 

Poor  Molly  laid  her  down  to  weep, 

Leriddle  lol,  &c 
And  cried  herself  quite  fast  asleep, 

Fol  deriddle  lol,  kc. 
When  standing  all  by  the  bed  post, 
A  rigure  tall  her  sight  engross'd 
And  it  cried,  "  I  bees  Giles  ScrogguYi  ghoit  !" 

Fol  deriddle  lol,  kc. 

The  ghost  ii  said  all  solemnly, 

FA  deriddle  lol,  &c. 
u  O  Molly,   you  must  go   with  T  ! 

Fol  deriddle  lol,  &f , 


(     ?o     J 

"  All  to  tlie  grave,  your  love  to  coolu — 
Says  she,  "  I  am  not  dead,  you  fool  !" 
Savs  the  ghost,  says  he,  "  Vy  that's  no; 
Fol  deriddie  lol,  &c. 

The  ghost  he  seiz'd  her  all  so  grim, 

Fol  deriddie  lol,  &.c. 
AH  for  to  go  along  with  him, 

Fol  deriddie  lol,  &c. 
««  Come,  come,  said  he,  ere  morning  beam," 
C(  I  vonV  says  she,  and  she  scream'd  a  scream, 
Then  she  woke  and  found  she'd  dreamt  a  drea 

Fol  deriddie  lol,  &c. 


SON G... Virtuous  Lovt, 

HOW  sweet  is  love  when  virtue  guides. 

How  transient  is  the  mind  ; 
Smooth  as  the  summer's  peaceful  tides, 

As  grateful  and  as  kind. 

The  morning  breaks  serenely  clear, 

We  welcome  in  the  day  ; 
The  ev'ning  comes  without  a  fear, 

The  night  our  toils  repay. 

But  sad  reverse  where  vice  appears* 
With  all  her  scorpion  train  ; 

Joyless  we  pass  our  prime  of  years,. 
And  end  a  life  in  pain. 


SONG....2'Ae  MilUr. 
A  MILLER  I  am,  and  respected's  my  name, 
And  some  three  or  four  years  since  I  buried  my 
dame, 


(      71      j 

A  good  soul  6hc  vas  tho' my  patience  she  trie!, 
ijut    I  found   a  vast  change  in  the    house   when  sCc* 

died  j 

voon  her  and  my  mill  seem'd  perpetual  strife, 
For  click  clack  went  my  mill  and  click  clack  went  my 

wife. 

A  daughter  she  left  me,  her  image  comp\rte, 
Whom  I  fancied   would  render  life's  evening  sweet  ; 
}iut  she  fell  in  love,  and  so  then   we   fell  out, 
And    from    morning    to    night    here's    a  pother  and 

rout ; 

r  mother  forget,  while  she  lives  I  ne'er  shall, 
For  click  clack  goes  my  mill  and  click  clack  goes  my 

girl. 

I've  a  little   Welch  maid  with  a  spirit  quite  high. 

And  at  her  I  own  I  have  cast  a  sheep's  eye 

But  she's  not  to  be  caught  by  a  pray'r  or  a  purse, 

So  perhaps  I  may  take  her  for  better  or  worse  : 

And  then  my  wife's  spirit  will  never  be  laid, 

For  click  clack  goes  my  mill  and  click  clack  goes  rrjy 


SONG....£xjfe  o/yv 

KRE  came  to  the  beach,  a  poor  exile  of  Erin, 
The  dew  on  his  thin  robe  was  heavy  and  chill  : 
For  his   country  he   sigh'd   when  at  twilight  repay*  • 
ing 
To  wander  alone  by  the  wind  beaten  hill  : 
But  the  day  star  attracted  his  eye's  aad  devotion  ; 
For  it  rose  on  his  own  native  isle  of  the  ocean, 
'  Where  once  in    tV>e  flow  of  his  youthful  emotion 
M?  sung  the  bold  anthem  of  Brin  go  hragh  ' 


Oh  cad   is  my  fate   (said  the   heart  broken  stran- 
ger) 

The  wild  deer  and  wolf  to  a  covert  can  flee  ; 
But  I  have  no  refuge  from  famine  and  danger, 

A  home  and  a  country  remain  not  for  me  ! 
Ah,  never  again  in  the  green  shady  bowers 

Where  my  fcre-fathers  liv'd  shall  I  spend  the  sweet 
hours; 
Or  cover  ray  harp  with  the  wild  woven  flowers, 

And  strike  to  the  numbers  of  Erin  go  bragh  ! 

Erin  ray  country  tho*  sad  and  forsaken, 
In  dreams  I  revisit  thy  sea  beaten  shore, 

But  alas  in  a  far  foreign  land  I  awaken, 

And  sigh    for   the  friends   who   can   meet  me  no 
more. 

Oh,  cruel  fate  !  wilt  thou  never  replace  me  ! 

In  the  mansion   of  peace,   where  no  peril  can  chase 
me, 

Ah,  never  again  will  my  brothers  embrace  me, 
They  died  to  defend  me,  or  live  to  deplore  ! 

Where  is  my  cabin  that  stood  by  the  wild  wood ! 

Sisters  and  sire  did  you  weep  for  its  fall  ? 
Where  is  the  mother  that  watch'd  o'er  my  childhood  . 

And  where  is  the  bosom  friend,  dearer  than  all  I 
Ah,  my  sad  soul,  long  abandoned  by  pleasure  ! 
Why  did  it  doat  on  a  fast  fading  treasure  ? 
Tears  like  the  rain  drop,  may  fall  without  measure — 

But  rapture  and  beauty  they  cannot  recal  ! 

Vet  all  its  fond  recollections  suppressing, 
One  dying  wish  my  lone  bosom  shall  draw  ; 

Erin,  an  exile  bequeaths  thee  his  blessing, 
Land  of  my  fore -fathers,  Erin  g©  bragh  ! 

Buried  and  cold  when  my  heart  stills  its  motion  ; 

Green  be  thy  fields,  sweetest  isle  of  the  ocean  ; 

And  thy  harp-stringing  bards  sing  aloud   with  devo- 
tion, 
'  Erin  m^  vornten— Erin  go  bragh  !* 


C       73      ) 

SONG....77/C  VovLihirc  I 

MY  father  was  once  a  great  mar  chant 

As  any  in  Ireland  was  found  ; 
But  faith  he  could  ne'er  save  a  shilling. 

Though  'tatoes  he  sold  by  the  pound  i 
So  says  he  to  my  mother  one  night, 

To  England  suppose  you  and  I  go  ; 
And  the  very  next  day,  by  moonlight, 

They  took  leave  of  the  county  of  Sligc. 

Sing  fal  de  ral,  lal  do  ral  la,  fal  ial  dc,  &c. 

That  the  land  is  allcover'd  with  water 

•Twixt  England  and  Ireland  you'll  own  ; 
And  single  misfortunes  they  say 

To  Irishmen  ne'er  come  alone  : 
So  my  father  poor  man  !  wasyfo*  u'roum'd. 

Then  shi/rwrecfd)  in  sailing  from  Cork  , 
But  my  mother — she  got  safe  to  land, 

And  a  whisky-shop  open'd  in  York. 
Fal  de  ral,  kc. 

Just  a  year  after  father  was  dead, 

One  night,  about  five  in  the  morn, 
An  odd  accident  happen'd  to  me, 

For  'twas  then  that  myself  was  first  born 
All  this  I've  been  told  by  my  mammy, 

(And  surely  she'd  not  tell  me  wrong;) 
But  I  don't  remember  nought  of  it, 

Caze  it  happen'd  when  I  were  quite  young. 
Fal  de  ral,  &c. 

On  the  very  same  day,  the  next  year, 

(For  so  ran  the  story  of  mother,) 
The  same  accident  happen'd  ag:i  n, 

But  not  to  me  then,  that  were  brother; 
So  'twas  settled  by  old  father  Luke, 

Wl»o  dissolv'd  all  our  family  sins — 
As  we  both  were  born  on  the  same  day, 

That  we  sartinly  must  bave  been  twins 
\H  ral,  &c. 
Q 


(    n    > 

'Twas  agreed  I  should  not  go  to  school, 

As  laming  I  never  should  want ; 
Nor  would  they  e'en  teach  me  to  read, 

For  my  genus  they  said  it  would  cramp  : 
Now  this  genus  of  mine— where  it  lay 

Do  but  listen  awhile,  and  you'll  hear — 
3Twas  in  drawing — not  landscapes  and  pictures, 

No — mine  was  for  drawing  of  beer. 
Fal  de  ral,  &c. 

Some  with  only  one  genus  are  blest  : 

But  I,  it  appears,  had  got  two, 
For  when  I  had  drawn  off  some  beer, 

I'd  a  genus  for  drinking  it  too  ; 
At  last  I  was  drawn  up  to  town, 


Without  in  my  pocket  Vifarden; 
iut  since  I've  earn'd  i 


But  since  I've  earn'd  many  a  crown, 
By  the  shop  here,  in  sweet  Common  Garden, 
Fal  de  ral,  &c. 

Now  the  end  of  my  song's  drawing  near, 

I'll  tell  ye — but  that's  nothing  new — 
Now  all  my  ambition's  to  try, 

And  to  do,  what  I  can  to  draw  you  ; 

In  which,  if  I  do  but  succeed, 
And  my  efforts  beguile  you  of  pain, 
I  intreat  you'll  not  wait  to  be  ask'd 

To  come  often  and  see  me  again. 
Fal  de  ral,  &c. 


SONG....77*  Wood  Robin. 

STAY,  sweet  enchanter  of  the  grove, 
Leave  not  so  soon  thy  native  tree  ; 

O  warble  still  those  notes  of  love, 
While  my  fonct  heart  responds  to  thee 
O  warble  still  those  notes  of  love,  &c, 


(      75      ) 

iysott  bosom  on  the  spray, 
Till  chilly  Autumn  frowns  severe, 
Then  charm  me  with  thy  parting  lay, 
A'  d  I  will  answer  with  a  rear. 
1  hen  charm  mc*  with,  &.c. 

But  soon  as  Spring,  enrich'd  with  flow'rs, 
Comes  dancing  o'er  the  new  drest  plain, 

Return  and  cheer  my  natal  bow'rs 
My  Robin,  with  those  notes  again. 

SON G....Tho*  Mutes  ne'er  smile. 

THO'  muses  ne'er  smile  by  the  light  of  the  sun, 
Yet  they  visit  my  cot  when  my  labour  is  done  j 
And  whilst  on  my  pillow  of  straw  I  recline, 
A  wreathe  of  sweet  flow'rets  they  sportively  twine, 
But  in  vain  the  fair  damsels  weave  chaplets  for  me, 
Since  my  heart  is  devoted,  dear  Mary,  to  thee. 
Full  oft  I  reflect  on  my  indigent  state, 
But  reflection  and  reason  are  ever  too  late. 
They  tell  me  I  sigh  for  too  beauteous  a  fair, 
And  fill  my  sad  bos^m  with  doubts  and  despair  ; 
Then  hope  kindly  smiling  averts  their  decree, 
For  my  heart  is  devoted,  dear  Mary,  to  thee. 

When   the   shrill   pipe  and    tabor  proclaim  the  light 

dance, 
With  transport  I  see  my  dear  Mary  advance  ; 
Then  such   grace  she  displays,  while  she  trips  'mid 

the  throng, 
That  each   shepherd   with  raptures  to  her  tunes  hit 

song, 
But  by  none  she's  belov'd  with  such  truth  as  by  me, 
For  my  heart  is  devoted,  dear  Mary,  to  thee. 

SONG... .Sweet  Echo. 

HOW  sweet  in  the  woodlands, 
With  fleet  hound  and  horn* 


(      76      ) 

To  awake  the  sweet  echo, 
And  taste  the  fresh  morn ! 

But  hard  is  the  chace, 

My  fond  heart  must  pursue, 

Since  Daphne,  dear  Daphne, 
Is  lost  to  my  view. 

Assist  me,  chaste  Dian, 

The  nymph  to  regain, 
More  wild  than  the  roebuck, 

And  wing'd  with  disdain, 
In  pity  o'ertake  her 

Who  wounds  as  she  flies, 
Though  Daphne's  pursu'd, 

'Tis  Myrtillo  that  dies. 


SONG.  ...Alknomook 

THE  sun  sets  at  night  and  stars  shun  the  day , 
But  glory  remains  when  their  light  fades  away  , 
Begin  ye  tormentors  your  threats  "are  in  vain, 
For  the  son  of  Alknomook  shall  never  complain. 

Remember  the  arrows  he  shot  from  his  bow : 
Remember  your  chiefs  by  his  hatchet  laid  low  : 
Why  so  slow  ? — do  you  wait  till  I  shrink  from  my  pain ! 
No — the  son  of  Alknomook  shall  never  complain. 

Remember  the  wood  where  in  ambush  we  lay, 
And  the  scalps  which  we  bore  from  your  nation  away, 
Kow  :he  flame  rises  fast  you  exult  in  my  pain  : 
But  the  son  of  Alknomook  shall  never  complain. 

3  go  to  the  land  where  my  father  is  gone ; 
His  ghost  sha'l  rejoice  in  the  fame  of  his  son  r 
Death  comes  like  a  friend — he  relieves  me  from  pain  5 
And  thy  son,  oh  1  Alknomook  has  scorn'd  to  complain. 


(      77      ) 

9>OKG... Bright  Phcebut. 

BRIGHT  Phoebu9  has  mounted  the  chariot  of  <Uy, 
And  the  horns   and  the  hounds  call  each  sportsman 

away  ; 
Thro'  meadows  and  woods  with  speed  now  they  bound> 
Whilst  health,  rosy  health  is  in  exercise  found. 
Hark  away  is  the  word  to  the  sound  of  the  horn, 
And  echo,  blithe  echo,  makes  jovial  theiniorn. 

Each  hill  and  each  valley  is  lovely  to  view, 
While  puss  flies  the  covert  and  dog's  quick  pursue  ; 
Behold  where  she  flies  o'er  the  wide  spreading  plaio, 
While  the  loud  opening*  pack  pursues  her  amain. 
Hark  away,  &c. 

At  length  puss  is  caught,  and  lies  panting  for  breath, 
And  the  shout  of  rhe  huntsman's  the  signal  for  death  s 
No  joys  can  delight  like  the  sports  of  the  field, 
To  hunting  all  pastime  and  pleasure  must  yield. 
Hark  away,  &c. 


SONG...  7/*  Requett. 

TELL  me,  babbling  echo,  why 
You  return  me  sigh  for  sigh  ; 
While  I  of  slighted  love  complain, 
You  delight  to  mock  my  pain. 

Bold  intruder  night  and  day, 
Busy  tell  tale,  haste  away, 
Me  and  my  cares  in  silence  leave, 
Come  not  near  me  while  I  grieve. 

But  if  my  swain,  with  all  his  charms, 
Returns  to  clasp  me  in  his  arms, 
I'd  call  thee  from  thy  dark  retreat, 
The  joyful  tidings  to  repeat. 
G2 


(       78      ) 

Repeat,  repeat,  repeat  the  strain, 
Sing  it  o'er  and  o'er  again  ; 
From  morn  till  night  prolong  the  talet 
Let  it  ring  from  vale  to  vale. 


S0NG....7Vw7«j  of  Latona. 
THE  twins  of  Latona  so  kind  to  my  boon, 

Arise  to  partake  of  the  chase  ; 
And  Sol  lend  a  ray  to  chaste  Dian's  fair  moon, 

And  a  smile  to  the  smiles  of  her  face. 
For  the  sport  I  delight  in,  the  bright  queen  of  love 

With  myrtle  my  brow  shall  adorn, 
yVhile    Pan   breaks  his   chaunter,   and  skulks  in  the 
grove, 

Excelled  by  the  sound  of  the  born. 

The  dogs  are  uncoupl'd  and  sweet  is  their  cry, 
Yet  sweeter  the  notes  of  sweet  echo's  reply  ; 

Hark  forward,  hark  forward,  the  game  is  in  vie\v2 
But  love  is  the  game  that  I  wish  to  pursue. 

The  stag  from  his  chamber  of  woodbine  peeps  out. 

His  sentence  he  hears  in  the  gale  ; 
Yet  flies,  still  entangl'd  in  fear  and  in  doubt, 

His  courage  and  constancy  fail : 
Surrounded  by  foes,  he  prepares  for  the  fray, 

Despair  taking  place  of  his  fear ! 
With  antlers  erected,  awhile  stands  at  bay, 

Then  surrenders  his  life  with  a  tear. 
The  dogs  are,  &c. 


SONG....Ard7ic>'  ;  or,  The  sailor's  journcis 

'TWAS  post  meridian  half  past  four, 

By  signal  I  from  Nancy  parted, 
At  six  she  linger'd  on  the  shore, 

With  uplift  hajids  and  broken  hearted. 


I       79       ) 

At  seven,  while  taughtning  the  fore  stay, 
I  saw  her  faint  or  e.se  'twas  fancy  : 

At  eight  we  all  got  under  weigh, 
And  bid  a  long  adieu  to  Nancy. 

Night  came,  and  now  eight  bells  had  rung, 

While  careless  sailors  ever  cheerly, 
On  the  mid  watch  so  jovial  sung, 

With  tempers  labour  cannot  weary  * 
A  little  to  their  mirth  inclin'd, 

While  tender  thoughts  rush  on  my  fancy, 
And  my  warm  sighs  increa6*d  the  wind, 

Look'd  on  the  moon,  and  thought  on  Nancy. 

And  now  arriv'd  that  jovial  night, 

When  ev'ry  true  bred  tar  carouses, 
When  o'er  the  grog  all  hands  delight 

To  toast  their  sweet-hearts  and  their  spouses  ; 
Round  went  the  can,  the  jest,  the  glee, 

While  tender  wishes  fill'deach  fancy, 
And  when  in  turn  it  came  to  me, 

1  heav'd  a  sigh,  and  toasted  Nancy. 

Next  morn  a  storm  came  on  at  four, 

At  six  the  elements'  in  motion, 
Flung'd  me,  and  three  poor  sailors  more, 

Headlong  into  the  foaming  ocean  ; 
Poor  wretches  !  they  soon  found  their  graves^ 

To  me  it  may  be  only  fancy, 
But  love  seem'd  to  forbid  the  waves, 

To  snatch  me  from  the  arms  of  Nancy. 

Scarce  the  foul  hurricane  was  clear'd 

And  winds  and  waves  had  ceas'd  to  rattle, 
When  a  bold  enemy  appear'd, 

And,  dauntless,  we  prepar'd  for  battle  ; 
And  now,  while  some  lov'd  friend  or  wife, 

Like  light'ning  rush'd  on  ev'ry  fancy, 
^o  Providence  I  trusted  life, 

Put  up  a  prayer  and  thought  on  Nancy. 


C      80      ) 

At  last  'twas  in  the  month  of  May, 

The  crew  it  being*  lovely  weather, 
At  three  A.  M.  discover'd  day, 

And  England's  chalky  cliffs  together  ; 
At  seven,  up  channel  now  we  bore, 

When  hopes  and  fears  rush'd  on  my  fancy, 
At  twelve  I  gaily  jumpt  ashore, 

And  to  my  throbbing  heart  press'd  Nancy. 


SONG... .Since  then  Vm  doomyd. 

SINCE  then  I'm  doom'd  this  sad  reverse  to  prove, 
To  quit  each  object  of  my  infant  care  ; 

Torn  from  an  honor'd  parent's  tender  love, 

And  driven  the  keenest  storms  of  fate  to  bear  : 

Ah  1  but  forgive  me,  pitied  let  me  part, 

Your  frowns  too  sure  would  break  my  sinking  heart 

Where'er  I  go  whate'er  my  lowly  state, 

Yet  grateful  mem'ry  still  shall  linger  here  ! 
And  when  perhaps  you're  musing  o'er  my  fate, 

You  still  may  greet  me  with  a  tender  tear: 
Ah  !  then  forgive  me,  pitied  let  me  part, 
Your  frowns  too  sure  would  break  my  sinking  heart, 

SON G....When  Pensive. 
WHEN  pensive  I  thought  of  my  love, 

The  moon  on  the  mountains  was  bright, 
And  Philomel  down  in  the  grove, 

Broke  sweetly  the  silence  of  night. 
O  I  wish'd  that  the  tear  drop  would  flow, 

But  felt  too  much  anguish  to  weep, 
Till  worn  with  the  weight  of  my  woe, 

I  sunk  on  my  pillow  to  sleep. 

Methought  of  my  love,  as  I  lay, 

His  ringlets  all  clotted  with  gore, 
In  the  paleness  of  death  seem'd  to  say, 

Alas  we  must  never  meet  mere  ! 


(     si      ) 

Yes,  yes,  my  belov'd,  we  must  part, 
The  steel  of  my  rival  was  true  ; 

rhc  assassin  has  struck  on  that  heart 
Which  beat  with  such  fervour  lor  )0ii. 


SONG....i?^e  Cinthia. 
RISE,  Cynthia,  rise  ; 
The  ruddy  morn  on  tiptoe  stands 
To  view  thy  beauteous  face  : 
Phoebus,  by  fleetest  coursers  borne, 
Sees  nought  so  fair  in  all  his  race. 
The  circling  hours  that  lag  behind, 
Shall  catch  fresh  beauty  from  thine  eye  : 
Yet  ah  !  in  pity  to  mankind, 
Still  wrapt  in  pleasing  visions  lie. 


SONG.... 77ic  Post  captain. 

WHEN  Steerwell  heard  me  first  impart 

Our  brave  commander's  story, 
With  ardent  zeal,  his  youthful  heart 

S well'd  high  for  naval  glory  ; 
Kesolved  to  gain  a  valiant  name, 

For  bold  adventures  eager — 
When  first  a  little  cabin-boy  on  board  the  Fame, 

He  would  hold  on  the  jigger, 
While  ten  jolly  tars,  with  musical  Joe, 
Hove  the  anchor  a-peak,  singing  Yeo  heave  ho, 
Yeo  heave  ho,  &.c. 

To  hand  top-gallant  sails  next  he  learnM, 

With  quickness,  care  and  spirit  ; 
Jlis  generous  master  then  discern'd 

And  prized  his  dawning  merit  ; 
JJe  taught  him  soon  to  reef  and  steer, 

Whenstorm9  convulsed  the  ocean, 


<      82      ) 

( 

Where  shoals  made  skilful  veVrans  fear, 

Which  mark'd  him  for  promotion  ; 
For  none  to  the  pilot  ere  answer'd  like  he, 
When  he  gave  the  command,  Hard-a-port !  helm-a-lee  i 
Luff,  boy  luff,  keep  her  near, 
Clear  the  buoy,  make  the  pier. 

For  valor,  skill  and  worth  renown'd, 

The  foe  he  oft  defeated ; 
And  now  with  fame  and  fortune  crown'd, 

Post  Captain  he  is  rated  : 
And  should  his  injured  country  bleed, 

Still  bravely  would  defend  her  ; 
Now  blest  with  peace — if  beauty  plead, 

He'll  prove  his  heart  as  tender  ; 
Unaw'dyet  mild  to  high  or  low, 
To  poor  and  wealthy,  friend  or  foe  : 

Wounded  tars  share  his  wealth, 

Ail  the  fleet  drink  his  health. 
Prized  be  such  hearts,  for  aloft  they  will  go, 
Who  always  are  ready  compassion  to  show 

To  a  brave  conquered  foe. 


SON G....Cottager92  Daughter. 

AH  !  tell  me,  ye  swains,  have  you  seen  my  Pastora, 
Ah  ?  say,  have  you  seen  the  dear  nymph  on  your  way, 
Transcendant  as  Venus  and  blithe  as  Aurora 
From  Neptune's  bed  rising  to  hail  the  new  day. 
Forlorn  do  I  wander,  and  long  time  have  sought  her, 
The  fairest,  the  rarest,  forever  my  theme, 
A  goddess  in  form  though  a  cottager's  daughter 
That  dwells  on  the  borders  of  Alne's  winding  stream. 

Tho'  lordlings  so  gay  and  young  squires  have  sought 

her, 
To  link  her  fair  hand  in  the  conjugal  chain  ; 
Devoid  of  ambition,  the  cottager's  daughter 
Convinc'd  them  their  wealth  and  their  flattery  was 


(       8S       ) 

Whefl  first  I  beheld  her,  I  fondly  besought  her, 
M\  heart  did  her  homage,  and  love  was  my  theme  ; 
She  vow'd  she'd  be  mine,  the  fair  cottager's  daughter. 
That  dwells  on  the  borders  of  Alne's  winding  stream. 

Then  why  thus  alone  does  she  leave  me  to  languish, 
Pastora  to  splendor  would  ne'er  yield  her  hand  ; 
Ah,  no  !   she  returns  to  relieve  my  fond  anguish, 
O'er  her  heart  love  and  truth  still  retain  their  com- 
mand : 
The  wealth  of  Golconda  could  never  have  bought  her, 
For  love,  truth,  and  constancy  still  were  her  theme  ; 
Then  grant  me,  kind  Hymen,  the  cottager's  daughter, 
That  dwells  on  the  borders  of  Alne's  winding  stream., 


SONG....TAe  morn  u  inviting  to  lo%c. 

THE  sun  when  arising,  bespangles  the  dew, 

And  tints  with  its  glory  the  skies  ; 
All  nature's  in  motion,  how  charming  the  view, 

When  day  is  beginning  to  rise. 
The  morning  is  lovely,  Maria  awake, 

Let  us  haste  to  the  myrtle  alcove, 
Or  stray  by  the  side  of  the  chrystaline  lake, 

While  the  mom  is  inviting  to  love. 

While  the  morn,  &c. 

Did  thy  dreams  turn  on  me  in  the  dead  of  the  night  \ 

Did  I  e'er  to  thy  fancy  appear  ? 
Did  no  fond  idea  thy  bosom  delight  ? 

Maria  unfold  to  my  ear. 
Unseen  and  unheard  you  may  tell  it  me  now, 

No  witness  is  near  but  the  dove, 
Who  mourns  for  its  mate  on  the  olive  tree  bough. 

While  the  morn  is  inviting  to  love. 
While  the  morr 


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The  winter,  Maria,  is  coming"  apace. 

As  summer  begins  to  depart  ; 
Come  then  in  my  bosom  your  confidence  place^ 

And  speak  the  fond  wish  of  your  heart. 
Oh  !  let  us,  my  fair,  be  united  to-day, 

Let's  haste  to  the  church  in  the  grove  ;. 
Nor  let  us  the  pleasing  occasion  delay, 

While  the  morn  is  inviting  to  love, 

While  the  morn,  &c. 


SON G....The  Hermit. 

AT  the  close  of  the  day,  when  the  Hamlet  is  stillj 

And  mortals  the  sweets  of  forgetfulness  prove, 
When  nought  but  the  torrent  is  heard  on  the  hill, 

And  nought  but  the  nightingale's  song  in  the  grove  : 
?Twas  thus,  by  the  cave  of  the  mountain  afar, 

While  his  harp  rung  symphonious,  a  Hermit  began: 
No  more  with  himself  or  with  nature  at  war, 

He  thought  as  a  sage,  though  he  felt  as  a  man. 

Ah  why,  all  abandon'd  to  darkness  and  woe, 

Why,  alone  Philomela,  the  languishing  fall  I 
For  spring  shall  return,  and  a  lover  bestow, 

And  sorrow  no  longer  thy  bosom  enthral. 
But  if  pity  inspire  thee,  renew  the  sad  lay       [mourn  ; 

Mourn,    sweetest   complainer,    man  calls    thee  to 
O  soothe  him,  whose  pleasures  like  thine  pass  away, 

Full  quickly  they  pass — but  never  return. 

Now  gliding  remote,  on  the  verge  of  the  sky, 

The   moon  half  distinguish'd  her  crescent  display?, 
But  lately  I  mark'd  when  majestic  on  high, 

She  shone,  and  the  planets  were  lost  in  her  blaze* 
Roll  on  thou  fair  orb,  and  with  gladness  pursue 

The  path  that  conducts  thee  to  splendor  again. 
But  man's  fading  glory  what  change  shall  renew 

Ah  fool '  to  exult  in  a  glory  so  vain  ! 


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'.£ht  and  the  landscape  is  lovely  no  more  ; 
I  mourn,  but  ye  woodlands,  I  mourn  not  for  you  : 
Vor  morn  is  approaching  your  charms  to  restore, 
i'erfum'd   with   fresh  fragrance  and  glitt'ring  with 
dew. 

t  for  the  ravage  of  winter  I  mourn  ; 
Kind  nature  the  embryo  blossom  will  save  : 
But  when  shall  spring  visit  the  mouldering  urn  \ 
O  when  shall  it  dawn  on  the  night  of  grave  ! 

"Twas  thus  by  the  glare  of  false  science  betray'd, 

That  leads  to  bewilder  and  dazzles  to  blind  : 
My  thoughts  wont  to  roam,  from  shade  on  wardto  shade, 

Destruction  before  me,  and  sorrow  behind. 
0  pity,  Great  Father  of  light,  then  I  cry'd 

Thy  creature  who  fain  would  not  wander  from  Thee! 
Lo,  humble,  in  dust,  I  relinquish'd  my  pride  ; 

Frv*m  doubt  and  from  darkness  thou  only  canst  free. 

And  darkness  and  doubt  are  now  flying  away, 

No  longer  I  roam  in  conjecture  forlorn, 
So  breaks  on  the  traveller,  faint  and  as* ray, 

The  bright  and  the  balmy  effulgence  of  morn. 
See  truth,  love  and  mercy,  in  triumph  descending, 

And  nature  all  glowing  in  Eden's  first  bloom, 
On  the  cold  cheek  of  death  smiles  and  roses  are  blend- 
ing* 

\nd  beauty  immortal  awake  from  the  tomb. 


SONG....TAf  desponding  Negro, 

Xtrica's  wide  plains  where  the  lion  now  roaring, 
With  freedom  stalks  forth  the  vast  desert  exploring, 
I  was  dragg'd  from  my  hut  and  enchain'd  as  a  slave, 
In  a  dark  floating  dungeon  upon  the  salt  wave. 
Spare  a  halfpenny, 
Spare  a  halfpenny, 
Spare  a  halfpenny  to  a  poor  Negro. 
H 


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:  oss'd  on  the  wild  main,  I  wildly  despairing, 

Burst  my  chains,   rush'd  on  deck   with  my  eye-ball1 

glaring-, 
When   the  lightning's  dread  blast  struck  the  inlets  c 

day, 
And  its  glorious  bright  beams  shut  forever  away. 

Spare  a  halfpenny,  he. 

The  despoiler  of  man  then  his  prospect  thus  losing, 
Of  gain  by  my  sale,  not  a  blind  bargain  choosing, 
As  my  value  compared  with  my  keeping,  was  light, 
Had  me  dash'd  overboard  in  the  dead  of  the  night. 
Spare  a  halfpenny,  &c. 

And  but  for  a  bark  to  Brittania's  coast  bound  then, 
All  my  cares   by  that   plunge   in  the  deep  had  beei 

drown'd  then, 
But   by  moonlight  descry'd,  I  was   snatch'd  from  th 

wave, 
And  reluctantly  robb'd  of  a  watery  grave. 

Spare  a  halfpenny,  Stc. 

How  disastrous  my  fate,  freedom's  ground  tho'  I  trea 

now, 
Torn  from  home,  wife  and  children,  and  wand'ringfc 

bread  now, 
While  seas  roll  between  us  which  ne'er  can  be  cross'i 
And  hope's  distant  glimm'rings  in  darkness  are  lost. 

Spare  a  halfpenny,  &c. 

But   of  minds   foul   and  fair  when  the  judge  and  tr 

ponderer, 
Shall  restore  light   and  rest  to  the  blind  and  the  wa 

derer, 
The  European's  deep  dye  may  out  rival  the  sloe, 
And  the  soul  of  an  Ethiope  prove  white  as  the  snowj 

Spare  a  halfpenny,  &c. 

SONG....6W/  Ellen. 

COLD  blew  the  wind,  no  gleam  of  V 
When  Ellen  left  he"  home. 


(     v     ) 

And  brtvVJ  Lhe  horrors  of  ihe  night, 

<)Tcr  Ida  tu  roam. 

The  lovely  maul  bad  Utte  been  g»yt 
;,  hope  and  pleasure  smd'd, 

Bui  no  i  in-icf  a  prey* 

Was   Ellen,  sorrow's  child. 

She  long  was  William's  promisM  I 

ad  her  doom  ' 
The  gentle  youth,  in  beaun's  pride, 

Was  hiimmoiiM  to  the  tomb. 
No  more  those  joys  shall  Ellen  prove, 

Which  many  an  hour  beguil'd  ; 
From  morn  to  eve  she  mourns  her  love. 

Sweet  Ellen  sorrow's  child. 

With  fallVmg  step  away  she  flies, 

O'er  William's  grave  to  weep  ; 
For  Ellen  there,  with  tears  and  sighs, 
Her  watch  would  often  keep. 
( I  saw  her  woe, 
And  came  with  aspect  mil 
Thy  tears  shall  now  no  longer  flow, 
cet  Ellen,  sorrow's  child. 

Thy  plaintive  notes  were  heard  above, 

iere  thou  shall  soon  find  rest  ; 
Again   thOU  shalt  behold  thy  lo\e, 
And  be  forevei  blest. 

u\  such  bliss  be  mine  !  she  cried, 
With  voice  and  looks  so  wild  ; 
Then  sunk  upon  the  earth  and  died, 
Sweet  Ellen,  sorrow's  child. 


SONG....5/u:fcA  Fleeting  Pitas. 

WITH  ceaseless  care  we  court  our  charms, 
In  quest  of  thorns  we  rove  the  mead, 

And  slight  the  violet's  modest  charms, 
rl  hat  blooms  beneath  our  tread. 


Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  hence  moping  irksome  care 
Gather  life's  roses  while  fresh  and  fair. 

"What  tho'  at  morn  the  tempest  lower, 

And  round  the  forky  lightnings  play  ; 
Ere  long  the  storm y  blast  is  o'er, 

And  gladsome  smiles  the  day. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  84c. 
The  breast  that  envy  neVr  alarms, 

Seeks  pure  delight  in  calm  retreat; 
And  all  alive  to  nature's  charms, 

Meets  bliss  that  flies  the  great. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  &c. 

Who  courts  fair  truth  with  vows  sincere, 

Nor  checks  compassion's  gen'rous  sigh  ; 
His  home  contentment's  smile  shall  cheer, 

Blest  smile  no  wealth  can  buy  ! 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  Sec. 
When  ^'er  intruding  gloom  prevails, 

And  sorrow  prompts  the  starting  tear, 
Kind  friendship's  smile  the  cloud  dispels, 

And  softens  ev'ry  care. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  &c. 

For  friendship  stills  affliction's  sigh, 
And  smooths  misfortune's  rugged  way, 

To  twilight  turns  the  darksome  sky, 
And  twilight  into  day. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  &c. 

Hail,  sacred  friendship,  heav'nly  power  ! 

To  thee  the  daily  vow  shall  rise  : 
So  blithe  shall  glide  the  fleeting  hour, 

And  lead  to  brighter  skies  ! 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  &c. 

SONG Sterne's  Maria. 

'TWAS  near  a  thicket's  calm  retreat, 
Under  a  poplar  tree, 


Waria  chose  her  lonely  seat 
mourn  her  sorriws  i\ 
Her  lovely  form  was  sweet  to  vie 

As  duwn  at  op'niofr,  day  ; 
But  ah !   she  mourn'd  lier  love  not  true, 

And  wept  her  cares  away. 

The  brook  flow'd  gently  at  her  feet, 

In  murmurs  smooth  along; 
Her  pipe,  which  once  she  tun'd  :;o  sweet, 

Had  now  forgot  its  song. 
Ko  more  to  charm  the  vale  she  tries, 

For  grief  has  filPd  her  breast; 
Fled  are  the  joys  she  us'd  to  prize, 

And  fled  with  them  her  rest. 

Poor  hapless  maid  who  can  behold 

Thy  anguish  so  severe, 
Or  hear  thy  love-lorn  story  told, 

Without  a  pitying  tear' 
JMaria,  hapless  maid,  adieu  ! 

Thy  sorrows  soon  must  cease  ; 
Soon  heaven  will  take  a  maid  so  true. 

To  everlasting  peace. 


SONG The  Tars  of  Col: 

ng  of  Columbia  the  trumpet  of  Fame, 
Through  the  world  your  actions  shall  loudly  proclaim, 
See  Liberty's  genius  in  triumph  arise, 
Kecording  their  deeds  as  she  mounts  to  the  skies, 
Recording  their  deeds  as  she  mounts  to  the  skies. 
AVhilst  at  the  hostile  shore,    where  thundering  can- 
nons roar, 
The  notes  of  each  brave  tar,  each  brave  tar,  shall  be, 
Not  tribute  !  but  glory  !  we'll  die,  or  be  free 

The  brave  sons  of  freedom,  who  fell  in  the  cause, 
Supporting  our  rights,  independence  and  laws  ; 

I 


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As  the  actions  of  heroes  by  history  are  grac'd, 
First  shall   Somers,    Decatur    and    Wadsworth    be 
piac'd,  &c. 

See  Preble  exalted !  a  monument  stand  ! 
Surrounded  by  heroes,  who  at  his  command 
On  Tripoli's  tyrant  their  vengeance  have  hurl'd, 
And  the  deeds  of  Columbians  resound  through  the 
world,  &c. 

May  Washington's  genius  our  country  defend, 
And  that  charter  maintain,  which  Freedom  has  penn'd ; 
But  should  tyranny  dare  our  rights  to  invade 
By  our  tars,  shall  the  daring  attempt  be  repaid,  &t. 


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